The dark eyes moved over her appraisingly, making Elsa frown slightly, straightening her already ramrod back. When the answer came, it was both what she had been expecting and somehow not at all. Of course, as a woman, it was not her place to fight, but being told so by another woman seemed...odd. Had she had anyone to fight for her, to defend her, of course she would not have asked the question, would she? She could vividly recall the feeling of magic, the exhilaration as it left her body, as it struck down the darkspawn. It felt less ladylike to fight with a knife, but since she did not trust her ability, there was little to it. Necessity must determine her course, not this vague feeling of what was seemly and not. After all, this warrior woman had the love and devotion of Brennan Wolfe, weapons and all.
"No," she responded softly. "I would do no use there." When the other woman just started down the stairs, Elsa hesitated, searching for the right words to detain her. Hesitating, she decided that a measure of truth was needed to sweeten the deal. "I fought with the others the other day. I am...a mage. Did Brennan not tell you?" It could perhaps be called petty, but such were the games Elsa played. Either Brennan had not told, and then that would be a tiny victory. And if he had, well, then it was a just reason.