Jaden Tahal; Dalish Elf and Grey Warden (tahal) wrote in thedas,
Jaden was all-too aware of the fact that humans and elves, whether Dalish or not, didn't have the best of histories as a whole. Sure, there had been times when the two peoples at worked together towards a common goal, but it still seemed that there was an air of mutual distrust amongst them. Jaden was not immune to this, and couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable that he was now to travel in the ranks with so many humans. They had saved them from a certain death, yes, but if the reaction of the two humans were any indication, it hadn't been such a unanimous decision. He was sure there had been a few of their numbers who would have preferred they carry on, leaving the elves to their own devices.
He simply gave a nod when Faer spoke, indicating that his wounds were mostly taken care of already. Though he'd put on a brave front (as he did most times anyway), his arm was hurting pretty bad, and the wound was concerning him. He hadn't had a chance to actually look at it yet, but he knew it had been a pretty solid hit. He silently cursed the Templar who had engaged him, childishly thinking that he'd have loved to return the favour, if only a little bit. He gave a nod when the woman asked him to sit, doing as she had requested, while pulling the torn fabric away from the wound to give her better access to it. Her apology took him by surprise; he was not accustomed to humans offering such words to elves.
"I've never been to Gwaren. But the humans that live along our borders feel much the same about elves. I'm used to it," he said, offering a small smile. He did not blame her for her reaction; he didn't know many humans who behaved differently. Not those that he had run across, aside from a few of the Wardens, whose welcoming of the elves was still taking some getting used to. He watched her as she worked, making a face when he saw just how deep the wound really was; he'd definitely taken a good hit. And to his credit, though he hadn't been warned, he managed not to cry out when she applied the poultice into the wound. He let out a hiss and gritted his teeth, and may have ended up tightening the grip of his free hand so much that he dug into the dirt. He let out a breath as she wrapped it, nodding his head when she commented on how it could have been worse, and her desire to check up on the wound once they'd settled. "Yes'm," he said, uncertain how he was supposed to address her.