The idea that he cannot return home causes a sinking sensation, uncomfortable in the pit of his stomach. He fears just that- that he is so changed, so tainted by taking on this role of the humans' Herald, that he is unfit to return to his clan. Worse, that his high profile might bring them harm. He swallows thickly, eyes somewhere just below Zevran's gaze before finally meeting his.
"Each clan is different, yes, but we are still Dalish. My friend, Eirlana, was from a different clan, sent to us at Arlathvhen." He rubs at his arm idly, gaze dropping again. "It's... a difficult thing. I'm sorry they did not welcome you. I could not imagine their reasons."
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The idea that he cannot return home causes a sinking sensation, uncomfortable in the pit of his stomach. He fears just that- that he is so changed, so tainted by taking on this role of the humans' Herald, that he is unfit to return to his clan. Worse, that his high profile might bring them harm. He swallows thickly, eyes somewhere just below Zevran's gaze before finally meeting his.
"Each clan is different, yes, but we are still Dalish. My friend, Eirlana, was from a different clan, sent to us at Arlathvhen." He rubs at his arm idly, gaze dropping again. "It's... a difficult thing. I'm sorry they did not welcome you. I could not imagine their reasons."