"I thought the Maker left us because of our sins," Fern replies, sounding puzzled in the way of a young person who hasn't seriously considered their faith before. She looks up to the murals again, eyes drawn to the artistry, the beauty, the attention to detail. Looking up at it causes her some frustration, too, like there's something being dangled in front of her that she can't quite understand, though she longs to.

"I don't know anything about the Creators," she admits after a pause, though surely that should be patently obvious to Ellana by this point. Looking back to the older woman, there's a flicker of uncertainty across her face, as though she expects to be treated with some censure because of this revelation. Her father had warned her, though she'd almost forgotten his words until now, that the Dalish don't view the city elves as being true elvhen. Fern seems to brace herself for that condemnation now.