Despite the atmosphere Sam cannot help but smile when he catches Nahariel stuffing her face with food. He was glad to have thought of bringing it, and that she had taken it gladly. The smile drops though when the elf starts to pick at the bread and express all her concerns, namely that the Inquisition was not helping.

"Everyone needs to vent. I can only imagine the things the two of you are going through." A pause as he looks at Sina and then back to the huntress. "I'm sorry we don't have more answers. It's all new to us. Or at least us who are here. Apparently the elven mage, Solas, knew some things about the scar on the Herald's hand, which all your shards seem to be similar to. If he was here we'd have more answers I'm sure."