Pausing briefly at the door, Roran turned back to look over at Elsa. At first she thought the woman was just enjoying the warmth of the water, but she soon realized the truth was she'd actually fallen asleep. Which was just about the same was enjoying the warmth of the water. Smiling lightly, Roran made a mental note to come back in and check on her in a bit. She didn't want her to accidently drown herself or anything.
Collecting the clothing in her arms a bit better, she left the room and closed the door slightly, leaving it barely cracked. Setting her handful on the table, she put the pot she was carrying back on the floor and took hold of the water bucket intent on gathering water to wash the clothing. Before she left, however, she swung by Brynn's room. Knocking lightly on the door frame, she peeked her head in at her brother as he sat on his bed, widdling on a small chunk of wood.
"I'm going to get more water to wash her dress. She fell asleep in the basin, would you mind keeping an ear out for her? Just make sure she's alright?" she asked him, trying to keep her voice kind of low.
Setting the block of wood and his knife on his bed, Brynn stood up from where he sat and went to his sister. "I'll come with you. I want to ask you something," he said, taking the bucket from her as he motioned for her to start walking.
Roran left the house first, with Brynn close behind, and headed for the well on the outskirts of town. At first there was an awkward silence between the two of them. It weighed on Roran's shoulders and she knew it couldn't be anything good. Just as she was about to open her mouth and bring up a totally random topic, Brynn finally spoke.
"I'm not one to jump to conclusions, Rore, but you said that woman helped you in the fight that just happened, correct?" he asked, drawing to his sister's side. He looked down at her as the walked side-by-side.
Having to look up at her little brother used to bother Roran, but she'd gotten used to it after a few years. She nodded in response to his question, slowing her pace as they reached the well and waited for someone else to finish using it. "Yes, why do you ask?" she questioned, not quite understanding where he was going with this.
"Did she hit them with a pan?" he asked a bit bluntly. While Roran hadn't found the time to explain what had been going in the village to Brynn, he'd found his own time to ask someone else. He knew they'd just been attacked by a small contingent of darkspawn. "I mean, she was wearing a dress and didn't have any weapons, Roran. How could she have fought?" Brynn knew exactly how she could have fought, he just wanted to hear it from his sister. Like he said, he wasn't one to jump to conclusions.
Tearing her gaze from her brother and to the stone well, Roran bit her lower lip lightly. She knew his question was a bit pointless. Brynn wasn't a stupid kid, he knew what Elsa was. Roran also knew that Brynn had grown up the same way she had; fearing magic of any kind. She could barely explain her interest in this Elsa woman to herself, much less her little brother.
Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly as she stepped up to the well and started drawing the bucket up from the bottom with fresh water. She stared intently into the black abyss, doing her best to avoid Brynn's eyes. "She has other skills... ones that don't require her to carry a weapon," she explained, knowing he'd understand what she meant.
"So she's a mage then?"
She faltered in turning the crank that brought the bucket up from the well and snapped her eyes at him like he'd just spoken against the Maker. After staring at him a moment she began cranking again and shrugged her shoulders. "Yes she is," she answered simply. Grabbing the bucket of water once it had come out of the darkness and into her reach.
Holding up the empty bucket for Roran to pour the water in, Brynn shook his head, not looking at his sister. "Why isn't she at the Chantry then? Is she a maleficar?"