Two things occur to Beleth at once—First, this is not who she thought it was. Second, that Herian appears to be doing something roughly similar to smiling, if you squint. A lot.

Her knee jerk reaction tells her to be vitriolic, that memory of Sina’s pained face lingering. But Sina has changed her mind since then, and seems fine with Herian now. So...she’s probably not too bad. And besides, this is no place to bring up old, petty grudges, and she is expected to behave better than that. So instead, Beleth flashes a small smile of her own.

“Do you mean that we aren’t dead, or aren’t Nevarran? Neither will be changing any time soon, I imagine.” As much as Beleth makes jokes otherwise. “I’m finding Nevarra...fascinating, really. I’ve never seen anything like it. I’m enjoying the chance to expand my worldview.” The longer she stays with the Inquisition, the more of the world she sees, things that she never could have imagined seeing, when her world was the forests her clan travelled. She’s constantly reminded of just how little she really knows—and perhaps, that’s a good thing to be reminded of, now and again.