"I assure you, the elves of Orlais and lands beyond are well acquainted with the capabilities of your kin."

Sharp, brittle - as if the words might be fit to render injury as well as any broken glass.

She is at risk of being uncivil, may even have slipped so already and it will not do (nor will her lack of awareness, even momentarily, do.) Her chest feels tight, her lungs both too large for her chest and too small to draw in air. This took her off guard, and it cannot be endured. She cannot falter, now. She is no elf and she knows it well, but she endeavours to speak in defence and support of these innocent men and woman that she has sworn to protect.