She's Beleth, but she's not always sure how to be Beleth, exactly. It must've been easy to pretend to be someone who always pretends to be something else anyway. But he's not mad at her, and that's good--but he is distressed, and that isn't. So she squeezes his hand, then gentle bumps her head against his.

"I'd love to read it." She muttered to him, a smile back on her face. "It's not in Elvhen, is it? I can't read that, only mages can."

After a pause, she leans back against him, looking off. "Would you like to hear a story?" She's not really sure how helpful stories would be. But stories are a special thing to the Dalish--to many cultures, she's been discovering. They can take you away from where you are and transport you somewhere magical, where beautiful things happen and the world is safe.