"No, you're not." Garahel grunts his agreement, though it could also be contentment from the scratching. Maybe both. "You couldn't possibly have known the state of the Grey Wardens when you arrived, and that our order is less able to play the savior role than usual. I can't share any more details than what you've been told, but...if this were a true Blight, if our order was more unified, I know you would have been accepted. And you still might, at a later time. Those doors will not be closed indefinitely, though for now...I can understand the reasoning for doing so now." If she was entirely certain that the commanders would refuse, Inessa would have warned against it...but there seemed a slim chance of Fern overcoming the odds.