She'd never really thought of it that way. To Roran, the situation had been about taking pleasure in magic and not taking pleasure in felling an enemy. Had there not been a mage present, she wouldn't have shown any less mercy. She still would have swiftly moved her blade through each of them, making her kills and moving on to the next one. She would have defended her village and its people to her death. But the magic made it easier for her to do that. The effort it took to shatter the frozen darkspawn had been the same that it took for her to cut through a rope. It took more energy for her to plunge her blade into the chest of her enemy than it did to shatter the darkspawn she had. It made sense to use magic in that way, for she'd have been able to fight longer if it were on her side.
She shook her head once more, bringing her gaze from his to the fire beside her. It seemed this was an question she wouldn't find an answer to in one evening. It was something she'd have to think on more, but for now... she didn't want to dwell on it. Turning back to the man, she reached out her right hand in a friendly gesture, offering it to him in greeting. "Roran Ághas, guard of Redcliffe," she said, introducing herself. "It was an honor to fight with you this evening. I thank you for your aide in protecting a city that isn't yours," she added, not really recalling any moments when he did fight, but knowing he was in the fray. She'd seen him there, she just hadn't seen a weapon.
Thinking on it more, she wondered what his weapon of choice was. When she'd seen in after the scuffle, he hadn't had a sword, maul or hammer and hadn't any sort of protective clothing on. He'd been dressed simply, and honestly a bit wrong for battle. She didn't remember seeing him in plate armor and while it was possible he had chainmail or leather under his clothing she wasn't sure. He'd had something in his hand when she'd seen him, a large stick, but she'd assumed he'd picked it up after loosing his weapon and started using it. Roran knew that if she'd lost her blades in battle she'd pick up the nearest thing that could be used and start hacking away with it, no matter what it was.