After asking the question that was truly troubling her, Roran wondered if she wanted to know the answer. She'd been content living under Chantry rule her entire life so why change things now? She looked back down at her hands as Else got up from the water. She could hear the water moving to fill the space Elsa's body had once been, but she didn't look up. Part of it was out of respect for the woman, but part of it was also out of her own shame. She'd blindly followed this organization for so long. How could I have been so stupid? she wondered to herself.
But the answer she got from Elsa wasn't one she'd been expecting. She'd been expecting a confirmation that the Chantry told nothing but lies and that she was naive for following them. But the answer she got instead was more practical; diplomatic even. At the touch of the woman's hand on her back, Roran raised her eyes from their downward fix to look up at the woman standing beside her.
Comforted somewhat by Elsa's answer, Roran smiled lightly, nodding her head a few times. She was right. Roran could think what she wanted and no one could stop her. They could judge, but what did judging really do? It told the world just how close minded you were, and if there was one thing Roran didn't like being (besides short) it was being thought of as close minded. Growing up in the village her entire life, following and believing the Chantry's word hadn't been the close minded thing to do. It had been the norm, but the world was bigger than Redcliffe with many different people and races in it. Who were they to condemn the rest of them for believing what they wanted?
"Thank you, Elsa," she started, turning her gaze back down to the clothing she'd dropped in the water. Taking hold of one piece at a time, she rung them out before putting them over a shoulder to be hung to dry. When she was finished, she stood up from her chair, giving Elsa another grateful smile. "You've helped ease my mind more than you know."