Sina shrugs. There will always be hard times, and most Dalish have grown a thick skin over their lifetimes. It comes with the territory.
"I'm not certain we're pitted against each other for any reason," she muses, "perhaps they resent our freedom, or we their ability to integrate so cleanly into a world that has mostly left us behind." Her face falls a little at this-- she won't admit it often, but there are times when she feels the bridge of understanding between herself and the majority of Skyhold is nigh uncrossable.
"Who's their liaison? I may have met her."