At her words, Eirlys' countenance flushes a deep red with embarrassment at her own foolish ideas about the Dalish and regret that she'd assumed that Herian's experience of them must have been the same as hers.
"I must beg your pardon. I had never met the Dalish until I came to Skyhold, and the one I befriended there slotted right into the image I had in the stories my sister and I would tell of them as children."
It feels odd to her, having her own eyes opened to the suffering of the elves of the cities in the same way she tries to open the eyes of humans to that suffering, and makes her feel as though she's failed at everything she's been trying to achieve. She decides that, especially as their liaison, it's probably a good idea to take a step back and listen to what others have experienced rather than try to push forward that narrative herself.
"I can promise you, though, that you will come to no harm here. From the Dalish or anyone else."
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"I must beg your pardon. I had never met the Dalish until I came to Skyhold, and the one I befriended there slotted right into the image I had in the stories my sister and I would tell of them as children."
It feels odd to her, having her own eyes opened to the suffering of the elves of the cities in the same way she tries to open the eyes of humans to that suffering, and makes her feel as though she's failed at everything she's been trying to achieve. She decides that, especially as their liaison, it's probably a good idea to take a step back and listen to what others have experienced rather than try to push forward that narrative herself.
"I can promise you, though, that you will come to no harm here. From the Dalish or anyone else."