It was the first time that Nari had heard the story in its entirety. The hunter felt oddly guilty that she hadn't known about Sina's continued magical studies. It's not as if she would have disapproved, or would have wanted to supervise it; after all, she'd never taken an active part in the younger elf's lessons before save as a sounding board. Someone to listen, to question, to aid in her memorization of the stories.

But here, now, with the Seeker's discerning gaze leveled at her clansister, she found herself ashamed, full of hindsight's clarity. It was that expression that Sina saw when she looked over--although as soon as Nahariel caught the glance, the guilt on her face quickly morphed to a small reassuring smile. One that almost reached her eyes. Even with her own self-recrimination, she nodded slightly at the young mage. Siuona had done no deliberate wrong. With what they'd known about the shards--until the rift had opened in Skyhold--it hadn't even been incautious to practice as she had.

Now that they knew, it was another story, but... surely the Seeker wouldn't punish Sina for something she couldn't possibly have predicted. Something that had nearly killed her in the process.