Beleth presses her lips into a thin line as Myr continues to press her. "I don't know, yet. Maybe that the forest was a gift to Kirkwall from a dying woman, and burning it down is a tarnish on her memory--but I doubt Bran would care." She sighs, running a hand through her hair, then shoots Sorrel a wry smile. Being in charge is fun, isn't it? Or: It's completely terrifying, when you realize how far reaching your stupid ideas suddenly are.

It's perfectly normal for Beleth to lean against Sorrel as she tries to sort through troubling thoughts. It's even normal for the way that she leans her head on his shoulder, looking to comfort and be comforted by her twin in the touchy feely way that they're prone to. There is a brief moment where, as she leans against him, she shoots Adasse a Look. But maybe she's just listening to him talk about stealing.

"I'm sure that you could do it. And I've seen Myr with creation magic, he's really great. I'm sure you'd be able to show him how to use the Keeper's magic. And Fern, if you'd like...?" She straightens slightly, to look over at the young girl. "But either way--hold off for now. At least wait until the trees start blossoming."