The corners of Sina's mouth twitch at Beleth's sudden surreptitious glancing around; it's sort of funny, considering both of them have made close friends of shem'len in the Inquisition, but at the same time there's still need for the secrecy.
"They'll still receive our help," she points out, "and our ability to be liaisons between the Inquisition and our clans. We can't promise their help, but we can, perhaps, at least promise peace. Maybe even shelter for agents, if it comes to that." She focuses on the prong of one antler, falling silent for a beat.
"And if they won't assist with sending crystals, perhaps we can come up with something else. Or request trained birds, something of that nature."