He's fine? Ellana stands frozen, just staring at him as Adelaide speaks, and then when Felix confirms he is in fact fine, something tight in her chest loosens and she's flooded with relief. She shifts her weight to move forward, but then he's asking where Dorian is, and Adelaide will want to check on him, of course, and suddenly Ellana fears she'll be in everyone's way. She doesn't have any sort of claim on him or his time, even now that he's been granted more of it.

But she's so relieved and happy that she needs an outlet for it, and Alistair is right there blocking the way. If Adelaide wants in the room, it may just be that Ellana will inadvertently help her, because she flings her arms around Alistair's neck in a tight hug. Whether that pushes him back into the room depends on whether he's ready for the full body slam of a tiny elf or not. As someone who fights with a shield, perhaps he can still stand firm.

"You did it!" she whispers fiercely, trying not to cry, or laugh, or whoop in delight. "You really saved him." She presses tight to Alistair, pouring all her gratitude into the hug, and even that doesn't feel like enough to thank him or the other Wardens here. Bringing her mouth closer to his ear so no one else overhears, she whispers, "I know how hard things are for you right now. Thank you for doing this."