"Enchanter LeBlanc was a teacher of mine," Herian replies, tone measured. She is prepared, this time, so it is not the locked lung reaction the Qunari saw.

A teacher who knows what the Dalish did to her, how they had left their cruelty branded on her. A teacher who has befriended the Dalish regardless— Herian must confess herself uncertain how to gauge that, but all Dalish were liars. One of my best friends, Pel claims, and yet Herian finds herself hard pressed to believe it. Herian could claim that one of her close friends was a Keeper, if she was so inclined, and none would be the wiser.

Her gaze as she watches Pel is impassive, unfazed. Her secrets are not to easily spurred from her, nor is fear. "I will be glad to find her here, once my friends are properly settled."

In truth, some part of her is torn. She would sooner have found Enchanter LeBlanc immediately upon arriving here, but there was much to be done, and it was selfishness that spurred her desire to find the Enchanter. Duty first. Honour first. She had a promise to these people, and they would be safe and settled before she took time for her own interests.

"Beannachd leibh. I trust you can find your own way?"