Beleth's kneejerk reaction is an incredulous scowl. A Tevinter? A Tevinter magister? No--he wouldn't be a magister as a Warden, because they weren't allowed titles. But that didn't help much. Of all the human men in the entire Inquisition, Ellana had to go for that one? But she turns it over in her mind, musing over what she knows about Felix. She lives in the Warden camp with him, so she knows his face, though they've never spoken. But she knows that he helped with Alexius' plan regarding the rebel mages. She knows that he can't have been that bad, for the Wardens to let him join their ranks.

And she knows that the boy is scrawny enough that even Beleth could probably kick his ass if the situation called for it.

The frown fades, replaced by a thoughtful expression. She's not really sure how she feels about it, as it stands--it's not as bad as it could be, and Beleth isn't quite surprised, but that doesn't mean she's strictly pleased, either. "Yes, I've seen him around before at the camp. He seems nice enough." She pauses, then glances up at Ellana, lips pressed together. "Ellana, I won't pry into if you intend to bond with him, or not, but...You know what will happen, if you intend to stay with him after all of this is over, correct?"