If Paeral noticed her unease he made no hint that he did, nor said anything. Instead he quietly sipped his tea and contemplated the young woman before him. She'd surely had a hard life, working as a slave for the Tevinters who had stolen her from a loving family. Paeral didn't know what they did with female slaves, especially as young as Arya had been when she was taken, but pondering it left him with distasteful thoughts that he'd rather avoid.
He nodded when she mentioned Shianni. As the new hahren for the alienage, at least, new as far as an old man like Paeral was concerned, she'd done a fair job. It had been fifteen years now since she'd taken the reins from Valendrian. She was much more outspoken, and demanding. But it was still up to the humans to give into the demands, which they rarely seemed to do. It made sense that Shianni would give Arya some answers.
Paeral was quiet for a moment. He considered not mentioning what he knew. Like most city elves, he believed the Dalish to be myth, or at least more myth than truth. But... she deserved to know what he did. "Boy was always talking about the Dalish and... after he lost your Dad in the battle well, I guess he didn't really have any reason to stay here. Packed his things and left. I don't know that he'd even find anything but the rumors say the Dalish can be found South, in the Brecelian."