Ellana's eyes widen at Beleth's sudden turn in mood, and for a moment, she struggles with what to say. "No, I know it was kind of her. She took pity on an orphan. I've always been grateful..." But then she trails off and something inside her snaps. Something she's long held inside of her that's only been pushing up to the surface little by little as she's shared her unusual experience to the people she meets in the Inquisition finally comes to a head and her eyes narrow.

"I've always been grateful," she says, voice rising. "Grateful when your mother took me aside and told me I would never be a Keeper, so there was no point in teaching me anything beyond the basics. It would be wasted on me. Grateful when I was left behind with the elderly while you all went off to the Arlathvhen because I was a secret to the other clans. Grateful when I couldn't stray too far into the woods because the Templars would surely catch me even though you hunters traveled wherever you wanted. So no, Beleth, I didn't ask to be transferred because I was just so grateful of the mercy offered me, that it would have been an insult to ask to be placed elsewhere."