There was a part of Signy that would never really understand how these Surfacers (and it was odd to group another dwarf with them, but in this moment Johann was allied with the surface where she was born) felt about the Blight––your grand-children's great grand-children would not remember darkspawn? It was not that she resented them, although perhaps if she had been warrior caste, she might have; but birth had placed her differently, and it was not resentment as much as incomprehension. Even without having ever battled the darkspawn in her life in Orzammar, they were a constant. She walked into the halls of the castle, with no need to look around curiously as she had done the first times she had come there; it was becoming more familiar, and as things became familiar Signy dispensed with much of the staring around owlishly.
Instead, she looked to Johann, and up at Coan and the Arl; was that dismissal really all that their citizens in peril from darkspawn bought? After killing innocent children mere days ago, just because they had taken the taint? Her brow furrowed; her voice, when it came out, was quieter than she had intended, perhaps quieter than she would have liked. "I'm not sure we can cauterize a threat without finding its source." She swallowed––she would convince no one of anything by talking just above a whisper. When she spoke again, it was marginally louder, but Signy would account that a success. "I mean, the best we're doing here is trying to fix a hole in the floor when we ought to be putting up scaffolds in the next tunnel down. Sure, the hole is a danger and no good on its own, but new holes will keep opening up until the root of the problem's addressed downstairs."
"And," she took a breath, kept walking and tried to steel herself slightly; from what, she was not sure, save that she felt nerves rumbling in her stomach. "I've promised I'll go and help as soon as it's safe to leave Redcliffe and do so." And if the humans didn't see reason and agree, well… well, then, Signy wasn't sure precisely what would happen, or how strict Grey Wardens were about following orders and keeping in line, but she supposed that she'd find out. The possibility made her stomach turn, but in equal measure to the thought of leaving people to die (or be turned into ghouls) at darkspawn hands now that, knowing about them, it was her responsibility to help them.