Saoirse appearing at the mention of her name, like Fen'Harel out of the stories, spooks Beleth enough to jolt--then quickly think back on anything she'd just said about the other woman, and make sure none of it had been rude. But no, she had been clear that she would ask, not demand. But then Saoirse begins speaking, and Beleth frowns. A frown that only deepens when Myr continues after her. Before even acknowledging Saoirse, Beleth takes a moment to glance at Sorrel, whom she knows well enough to feel secure that he is having similar thoughts, and then to Nari's face, angry and hurting.
Still turned to Nari and Sorrel, Beleth mutters a few words of Elvish, "They assume much," and ponders if this hadn't, perhaps, been a matter that should have been dealt with within the People--and Fern--before reaching out to the others. At the least, she would not have had to sit through people reminding her not to be a lying, manipulative asshole.
"Do you truly fear that any of us are at risk of these abhorrent behaviors?" She turns to Saoirse first, for whom she could give a little slack, for it's not like she exactly knows Beleth, or any of the Dalish gathered. And she wouldn't be the first to assume the worst of them. Then to Myr, whose words aren't as biting, but hurt worse, somehow. "That we would lie to the hahren, or willingly risk the vhenadahl?"
And, because it apparently needs to be said, Beleth straightens, expression distantly polite. "I can assure both you, as I will assure the hahren and any others who require it, that we are doing this to honor the memory of our fallen sister, and to help those who would benefit from it. We have no ulterior motives, no desire to do anything that would hurt the alienage, and we will be as open in the process as we can." Then a pause, and she presses her lips into a thin line. "As long as our requests are met, as well."
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Still turned to Nari and Sorrel, Beleth mutters a few words of Elvish, "They assume much," and ponders if this hadn't, perhaps, been a matter that should have been dealt with within the People--and Fern--before reaching out to the others. At the least, she would not have had to sit through people reminding her not to be a lying, manipulative asshole.
"Do you truly fear that any of us are at risk of these abhorrent behaviors?" She turns to Saoirse first, for whom she could give a little slack, for it's not like she exactly knows Beleth, or any of the Dalish gathered. And she wouldn't be the first to assume the worst of them. Then to Myr, whose words aren't as biting, but hurt worse, somehow. "That we would lie to the hahren, or willingly risk the vhenadahl?"
And, because it apparently needs to be said, Beleth straightens, expression distantly polite. "I can assure both you, as I will assure the hahren and any others who require it, that we are doing this to honor the memory of our fallen sister, and to help those who would benefit from it. We have no ulterior motives, no desire to do anything that would hurt the alienage, and we will be as open in the process as we can." Then a pause, and she presses her lips into a thin line. "As long as our requests are met, as well."