The other mage? While Roran could be a bit naive from time to time, she wasn't born yesterday and caught small things like that. Her brow furrowed for a moment as she wondered why he would refer to Elsa as the 'other'mage. But the more she thought about it, the more reasonable of a thing to say it became. After all, Elsa wasn't the only mage in the city. There were three templars there that could atest to that. She couldn't remember their names off the top of her head, but they had arrived with the Grey Wardens. They were Circle sanctioned mages with the proper escorts, but that didn't make Roran any less leery of them. It wasn't their fault, it's just how she felt.
And as she thought about that, she went back to her previous thoughts and wondered again if her enjoyment in the other woman's magic was a bad thing. She wasn't allowed to think on it for very long though as he posed another question to her, referencing what she assumed as the magic done by Elsa, though 'light show' wasn't the word she would have used. She laughed lightly, thinking back on the scenario. Smell aside, it was quite amusing watching the enemies fall under the hot, licking flames and sizzle in front of them. Oh, Maker, she thought to herself, her face becoming an abnormally blank slate in a matter of seconds. There she was. Doing it again. She was taking joy in magic and knew something had to be wrong with her because of it. But she did her best to hide that fact from this man. She knew nothing about him and didn't want him running to turn her into the Revered Mother crying apostate or something.
"Yes, quite..." she answered a bit lightly, trying her best to forget the incidents so she couldn't take anymore pleasure in them. Her demeanor had changed greatly since the man's arrival and in only just a blink of an eye. She'd gone from laughing and content to utterly sick to her stomache and she had magic to thank for it. Pausing briefly she wondered if he had taken the same enjoyment she had in it. If he had, then maybe she wasn't as bad off with the Maker than she thought...
"You didn't... well what I mean is... did you find it amusing? Watching them burn like they did?" she asked him, turning to face him more in her seat and leaning in closer to try and keep anyone else from hearing. She hoped she wasn't the only one who felt the way she did. Lucky her she knew nothing of the man she was asking these things to. If she had, then she would have known there wasn't any real point in asking.