The dress Beleth is wearing is a decent quality one, which means that there aren't many loose threads for her to pull at. After a few half-hearted attempted, she switches to the bag her shopping is in, thoughtfully plucking at it, though listening intently to Nerva's words.

"We'll stop the fear," She mutters, voice quiet but sure. "The Inquisition has already started putting the world back together, and we'll keep doing it." That part was easy enough, it seemed. Like the grand quests in stories. Beleth had little doubt that they would succeed, because if they didn't--the idea was too horrible to contemplate. So they had to win, because that's the only choice. The only question would be, who among them would make it to that victory.

She paused a moment, turning to look at Nerva. "I suppose I kind of understand, though. How you feel about Orlais. I couldn't tell you about any of the city states in the Free Marches. Or much at all about it, really, outside of it's nature. The forests and rivers, where the plains meet the mountains. Which...isn't much."