"Matching ears do not make you kin," Herian replies, a low murmur that is still entirely audible.
She does not have the ears or the body of an elf, but she has their blood, and she has always fought for them. And what have the Dalish ever done?
Cerise, surprised by Sina's emotion, retreats a step, shaking her head. Something in it makes her mouth tremble unhappily, arms wrapped around herself, and Herian resharpens her gaze on Sina. "Your kind has done enough, whether through direct action, or by its lack. Do not come near these men and women. They have endured much, and I will not see you worsen it."
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She does not have the ears or the body of an elf, but she has their blood, and she has always fought for them. And what have the Dalish ever done?
Cerise, surprised by Sina's emotion, retreats a step, shaking her head. Something in it makes her mouth tremble unhappily, arms wrapped around herself, and Herian resharpens her gaze on Sina. "Your kind has done enough, whether through direct action, or by its lack. Do not come near these men and women. They have endured much, and I will not see you worsen it."