The house that is all but a ruin wraps itself around a central courtyard, which without doors or walls, leads directly out to the path that winds through the clearing up to said house. This means that Beleth, working in the garden, trying to turn over the compacted and neglected ground, can easily see people approaching. This was by their design, of course, wary even now about who might take issue with either of them.

Solas might think it was his own enemies that only needed fretting over, of course, but Beleth had seen dead men rise and walk Caldera's streets, and there were many dead men who had found themselves in such a state due to her actions.

So the movement of the approaching men catches her eye, even at a distance, though her nerves are saved by the quick recognition of her beloved's silhouette. The second doesn't come as easily to her memories, but Solas is escorting them, so it can't be an enemy. She rises, aware that she's dressed in clothes suited to her task, already covered with dirt, and there is little to do but try to clean her hands by rubbing more dirt on them. A few moments spent getting her hair in order, and then she goes out to greet whoever he's brought home.

"Vhe--"

The word cuts off mid-syllable as she recognizes just who it is that is tagging along. And then she looks from Solas, to Felassan, back to Solas. The body language between the two, the way Solas holds himself far more casually than he would with a random Dalish--The fact that he just decided to bring a random Dalish to their home, without alerting her.

There is something going on here. Violet eyes narrow at Solas.

"You've brought a shemassan to my door, I see."