For a moment, Beleth contemplates that self-satisfied smirk, and understands Solas' various decisions a little better. Especially when he prolongs his information by debating just what percentage of teaching Briala owed to him (a thing that did not dissuade her burgeoning theory).
It is only after he reveals how he came across Briala as a youth that the matter is put to--perhaps not rest, because you can never be sure, can you? It would be easy for a man with all the time in the world to keep a weather eye out for a specific girl, and this is all dependent on if he's being truthful--
But the simplest answer is often the truthful one, and Beleth isn't one to let whimsical fancies take her away. The matter is put to (mostly) rest.
"I do know that. Most in Ferelden as well. The Free Marches have more intermingling, with how much closer we are to the city states, but it's much easier to get lost in the woods and never come out in the South. By design of both the humans and the Dalish." It's like pulling teeth, even now, to admit to anyone, save perhaps Solas in a moment of emotional anguish, that the Dalish have possibly done anything wrong.
"They do not want elves to know there is a way to live without suffering in their alienages. And we are not interested in advertising our whereabouts, generally. And--" If it was pulling teeth before, this feels more like pulling a fingernail. "--The Dalish are generally content that the city elves stay suffering in the alienages. Some of us have lost our kindness in the face of the cruelty of the world."
The great effort is finished with a sigh, and she closes her eyes, idly toying with a lock of curls. "But you are right. It is hard to deny that we exist when half the Chantry is toting one as their blessed savior. I take it that Briala either did not find the Dalish, or that it did not work out, for I saw no vallaslin on her face when last we met. And I am certain that Solas did not make his offer to her."
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It is only after he reveals how he came across Briala as a youth that the matter is put to--perhaps not rest, because you can never be sure, can you? It would be easy for a man with all the time in the world to keep a weather eye out for a specific girl, and this is all dependent on if he's being truthful--
But the simplest answer is often the truthful one, and Beleth isn't one to let whimsical fancies take her away. The matter is put to (mostly) rest.
"I do know that. Most in Ferelden as well. The Free Marches have more intermingling, with how much closer we are to the city states, but it's much easier to get lost in the woods and never come out in the South. By design of both the humans and the Dalish." It's like pulling teeth, even now, to admit to anyone, save perhaps Solas in a moment of emotional anguish, that the Dalish have possibly done anything wrong.
"They do not want elves to know there is a way to live without suffering in their alienages. And we are not interested in advertising our whereabouts, generally. And--" If it was pulling teeth before, this feels more like pulling a fingernail. "--The Dalish are generally content that the city elves stay suffering in the alienages. Some of us have lost our kindness in the face of the cruelty of the world."
The great effort is finished with a sigh, and she closes her eyes, idly toying with a lock of curls. "But you are right. It is hard to deny that we exist when half the Chantry is toting one as their blessed savior. I take it that Briala either did not find the Dalish, or that it did not work out, for I saw no vallaslin on her face when last we met. And I am certain that Solas did not make his offer to her."