Ah, finally a name. Roran smiled lightly when she offered up some other title besides 'woman' or 'mage'. It made it easier for Roran to think of her as a person. She'd been raised to fear mages and in turn had a connotation that they really weren't people. Meeting this woman, Elsa, had proven that to be wrong. Before she'd used her magic in the fight, Roran had thought her to be a lost traveler. She still was that even now, she was just different than others in so many ways.
At the acceptance of her offer, Roran's grin grew brighter. It was something that couldn't be helped really. She'd found a way to make Elsa more comfortable, something she questioned being a good idea in the back of her mind. If today had taught her one thing, however, it was that thing's weren't always what they seemed.
Pushing herself up from her seat on the Chantry steps, she held a hand out to help Elsa up as well, nodding once in the direction of her family's waterside house. "You can wash in my home," she said. She could tell from the woman's accent that she wasn't from Ferelden. Taking that fact into consideration, she could understand Elsa not understanding why she was wary of the mage. After all, she didn't know Elsa wasn't aware of the weight behind the word 'mage'. She hoped, however, that in whatever country she was from, inviting a stranger into one's home meant the same thing; trust.