Sina. This one, Cassandra will not force to come to her. She has heard, by now, multiple accounts of what had happened with the rift, as well as much of the elf who had opened it.

A Dalish elf. A native, not a rifter at all, and how much more terrifying is it that one of the people of Thedas itself had been behind this? But by all accounts, opening the rift had been entirely accidental, and Sina herself had nearly been killed in the process. There's not much chance she'll be attempting to do anything similar ever again.

But she has to be sure.

She ducks to enter the tent, offering Nari a nod of greeting - originally she had objected to the other elf's presence, but once Nari had explained her role as Sina's caretaker, and proved entirely resistant to the idea of leaving them alone in any case, Cassandra had given in.

And then she looks at Sina herself. She looks terrified, nearly as small as a child in her bed, and Cassandra lets her neutral expression soften slightly as she moves to the bedside.

"Sina Dahlasanor," she greets her. "I am Cassandra Pentaghast."