She could already feel her cheeks heating up when he grabbed her hands, with the hands of Dalish--firm and calloused. By the time he kisses her cheeks and starts messing with her hair, she feels like she might just quietly fall over with embarrassment. It dredges up an old memory, of an Arlathvhen, and another Dalish boy who made her feel like she might seize up with a mix of surprise and bashfulness.

It would be different if it were one of her clan--hadn't she just been treating him like one? But that didn't make her fervent blushing go away. Sylaise, grant her strength.

"Um--S-Sorry." Play it cool, Beleth, he's just being friendly. Very friendly. "I...Can introduce you to more of us? There's a few. Around. Places. Wherever. You know how it is." Her tongue moved faster than her brain did, babbling away with little sense to be made of her words. She'll facepalm at herself later.