There is something transpiring in this increasingly heated discussion that Fern doesn't quite follow, a tension in the air that reminds her of old warnings her mother had given to her about the Dalish ages ago. She hadn't fully understood them then, but the tension does throw something into sharp relief: they're all elves here, but the divisions between them might yawn as deep as those that separate elves from humans.

She's quiet, frowning privately to herself as the verbal sparring continues amongst the others, until the strange elf she'd glimpsed only the the one time while wandering the Gallows at night makes his appearance. (She'd thought to call him hahren, at the time.)

Now she glances to Beleth, to get her read on things, but is otherwise quiet.