Beleth was like that--cautious, not wanting to alienate anyone. Not wanting to assume too far and end up with someone getting upset at her. But she doesn't seem to mind him taking her wrist, her only response a small smile, eyes turning to the ground. It's...nice to have someone actually give her some words of comfort, something besides scolding her for her wariness, or shrugging it off as unimportant. Just...validating her feelings.

It was a nice feeling.

"You're right. I just worry--" Her eyes turned up, and away towards the rest of Skyhold, watching figures in the distance mulling about on their daily business. "I know no one can change that about us. But I worry some of us will willingly change themselves. But--" She had already said too much. She clucked her tongue, shaking her head. "Here I am, clucking away like an old maid. I'm just being paranoid." I hope.

She cleared her throat, turning back to Salem, and trying to quickly think of a subject change. "So--Um. Did you get your axe?"