There were many elves, Beleth had learned, in many different worlds, and each unique in their own way. There was only one that she knew of, where elves wore the twisting vallaslin on their faces, like she once had. Which means that this man was not only from Thedas, but he was one of the People -- of her people.
Or, he was yet another of Solas' old friends, and he'd turn out to be an ancient elf thousands of years old, who would let her chat away with him, assuming he was a random Dalish man. Like certain Slow Arrows.
The chances were low, but once bitten twice shy. Still, when he turns to her, she realizes that she's been contemplating the possibilities a little too long, and, embarrassed, quickly smiles warmly at the man. Dalish, ancient elf, or whatever else he could be, courtesy was still called for.
"Aneth ara, I would be glad to take it, if you would have me. I am glad to meet another of the People." Even if she had allowed her vallaslin to be removed, she was still Dalish, after all -- and it was always comforting to be around others.
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Or, he was yet another of Solas' old friends, and he'd turn out to be an ancient elf thousands of years old, who would let her chat away with him, assuming he was a random Dalish man. Like certain Slow Arrows.
The chances were low, but once bitten twice shy. Still, when he turns to her, she realizes that she's been contemplating the possibilities a little too long, and, embarrassed, quickly smiles warmly at the man. Dalish, ancient elf, or whatever else he could be, courtesy was still called for.
"Aneth ara, I would be glad to take it, if you would have me. I am glad to meet another of the People." Even if she had allowed her vallaslin to be removed, she was still Dalish, after all -- and it was always comforting to be around others.