Sighing, she moves to stand by Twisted Fate, hands still tight around the hilts of her blades, too tired now for her temper to take over. She's nodding before he's done, eyeing the surrendered Crows thoughtfully before she speaks.

"All of us have made the journey to and from Skyhold and yet they still managed to get in. Merrick was taken out too in the attack but they took one of us from somewhere that should be near impregnable. When someone flies the white flag, then that should be respected else you're little better than them. Or are we assassins now too without a shred of honour between us?" The anger does manage to creep back for that but she doesn't want to be part of killing them. In a battle then yes, or in an ambush when fighting to get in but this...this doesn't sit right with her, twisting her stomach in knots.