The tension they're both carrying is so obvious in the way they're holding themselves, that an outsider could easily misconstrue their very honest conversation as far more irate than it is. Aleron's still stiff and though he sits up and folds his hands with his elbows propped on the table, (his mother would be scandalized!) it's obvious he is far from comfortable.

"I did too," he admits with a slow nod. "At one point, I almost considered it might not be so bad to stay. I wasn't thinking at all about the demons. Just everywhere I looked, I could see the Black City in the distance. To be so close to the Seat of the Maker. It was humbling."

That humility that he was so small compared to everything around him, plus Bethany's insistent hand pulling him along and away, is what stopped him from entertaining such a mad notion. Well and a self-reminder that the last time man stepped foot in the Fade, Blights were unleashed on Thedas. Who knew what could yet come from their trip where they did not belong?