Absentmindedly, she nodded as Elsa spoke, her eyes wandering from the woman's face down to her own hands. The prunyness of them was starting to slowly work its way out of her skin. When Elsa finished her answer Roran flicked her gaze back to the woman, nodding silently before making her response. "That makes sense. Antive is a large country from what I've heard," she commented, pausing to see if Elsa would say anything else.
Roran wasn't always the most comfortable driving conversations. Often times she didn't know exactly where to direct it or how to get it there. Which was ironic because of her background in persuasion. Though, convincing someone of your ideas is very different than engaging someone in simple, honest conversation.
Rubbing her hands together she bit on the side of her lip slightly, trying to think of something else to talk about, but topics were of short supply at the moment. She didn't feel like talking more about magic and the Chantry and didn't really feel all that up to telling her life story. She felt she could trust Elsa, but Roran trusted a few select number of people that much.
Suddenly becoming eerily aware of the silence that had passed between the two woman, Roran cleared her throat and smiled a bit sheepishly. "I apologize. I'm not the best at entertaining," she said, excusing herself. She could feel heat rising to her cheeks as she blushed slightly, brushing a strand of her long red hair behind an ear.