It's still a bit much to absorb, the idea that anyone could do anything to elves that they didn't want to have done to them - or that anyone would want to. Sam frowns, his brow furrowing. He has to quash a spike of anger himself at both Tevinter and Orlais - whoever they might be - on the elves' behalf, but he takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"I've got the advantage, I guess, not knowing anything about anybody," he says at last. "It's easy not to think poorly of people, when you can barely keep straight who's who." He glances up at her. "Just so long as they don't try to do anything like that again!"