Saoirse's words do little to soothe Beleth's agitated nerves. "Yes, I would prefer not to play a game of assumptions," Is all she says to Saoirse. Cousins don't, generally, accuse each other of being manipulative liars, she doesn't add on, and you generally assume someone with the best of intentions wouldn't do something like that. It's not the kind of thing you accidentally commit.

Unfortunate truth, indeed.

Luckily for the sake of the topic, Myr manages to respond in terms that are easier to swallow, and soothes her irritation far more. Her shoulders relax slightly, and she turns to the newcomer. Another city elf--not surprising, the only Dalish still in the Gallows that aren't present are far more concerned in bedding humans than aiding elves. Solas is, however, experienced in both magic and elven lore in ways that Beleth has rarely encountered. The perks of being a somniari, she supposes.

"You're welcome here, you are just as affected by the prejudices against elves as the rest of us." She thinks for a moment, then continues. "The discussion was focusing on the idea of restoring a little of what Sina had attempted to do. I believe we'd settled on the idea of using Keeper magic to graft fruit to the vhenadahl, so that it might provide for the alienage." A pause, and pointedly: "If we have the hahren's permission, and don't attempt to cause whatever horrible mischief we can to it and the residents."

Moving on. "...Have you had any experience with that kind of magic? It sounds possible in theory, but in application?" A shrug.