“Forgive me.” Dropping her gaze, she does offer a small smile, curling her fingers to squeeze his hand. “How can she think it was her fault you went to a Circle? It seems morbidly mandatory, at least for humans and elves that aren’t Dalish.”

As much as she would love to, she doesn’t let out the ten minute long farting noise she wishes to, though there’s a low muttering that sounds like a curse in her own language. “My parents both have duties to the sea, and we worship that the way the Dalish seem to worship their ancestors. And yet they had me. There are long unbroken lines of those who never sleep a single night on land for their duty. No wonder Templars are the way they are, if I had to live a life like that I'd go mad and cut my own head off. And family should be more than just the people you marry or share blood with.”