This doesn't make sense. Sina's eyes begin to brim with tears as she looks between them, flabbergasted. She takes note of the man's wound, able to tell that it was indeed from an arrow, though she's not familiar enough with the non-Dalish kind to be able to identify it beyond that. For all she knows, he's telling the truth. And that's... horrifying. "I don't understand," she says, faltering, addressing only Cerise and the man who spoke. "What cause would a clan have to attack their own kin?" Herian might as well not be there, her opinion mattering less and less to Sina. She's as offensive as she is uninjured, so there is no reason to attend her at all.
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Sina's eyes begin to brim with tears as she looks between them, flabbergasted. She takes note of the man's wound, able to tell that it was indeed from an arrow, though she's not familiar enough with the non-Dalish kind to be able to identify it beyond that. For all she knows, he's telling the truth. And that's... horrifying.
"I don't understand," she says, faltering, addressing only Cerise and the man who spoke. "What cause would a clan have to attack their own kin?" Herian might as well not be there, her opinion mattering less and less to Sina. She's as offensive as she is uninjured, so there is no reason to attend her at all.