"Right," she says, but she says it in the kind of voice that one adopts when maybe they're not completely sure they agree with what they've just heard, not truthfully. She drops her eyes to her hand and rubs her thumb a bit against the anchor in her palm; it's beginning to hurt, but she can't tell if that's because they've been too long away from Kirkwall, or because she's injured herself some other way.

Fern sends Simon a sidelong glance and chews her lower lip. Surely she can voice her questions to him without fear at this point, can't she? He's an all right sort, he wouldn't admonish her for her curiosity...

"I've been talking a bit to some of the other elves," she says lightly, like it's nbd, "you know, the Dalish ones. About the Creators and things." She tries to shrug nonchalantly.