Glancing down at her hands, Elsa bit down on the impulse to smile. It was not a very nice list, it was a list of how different she was, of how dangerous she could be. It was a list that said nothing of scared and dirty and without memories, but hinted at what she could be. The information about herself that Roran provided was sorted away into the neat recesses of her mind, the rest she found no answer to. In truth, she could not have phrased it better.
This time Elsa didn't resist the impulse to slip turn into the comforting advisor that Roran clearly needed. The irony was not lost upon her, she thought as she rose out of the tub reaching for a towel before the cold seeped back into her bones. She wound it around her body, ignoring the robe for the moment, and wrung her hair out swiftly, letting the droplets hit the water in the tub. She was trying to prove that mages weren't bad, when actually she had no idea because she had never met any other mage. She knew herself, and she was no monster, but she was not even interested in the concept of good and bad. Furthermore she was protesting against an organisation that had - as far as she knew - never done anything against her, even though it was likely. But there was nothing to do about it, because her words did come from a place inside her where she was quite certain about what she was saying. Coming up beside Roran's chair, she held onto the towel with one hand to stop it from slipping, and placed her other hand between the girl's shoulder blades in a calming gesture.
"No, cara mia, they are entitled to their opinions. But so are you. You do not have to believe anything anyone else tells you. You are a person, you have a mind of your own."