She furrowed her brow, glancing down at Signy, then lifting her gaze to the forest in the distance, her boots scuffing along the dirt road as they walked. She concentrated on the familiar feeling of walking, and the weight of her sword against her back. She reached into her pack, pulling out a small wrapped pouch of jerky, and broke off a piece, offering some to Signy first.
"An arl...? I don't know much about the upper class I'm afraid." She offered a smile at Signy. "So... a relative of your's? In the traditional human family it's generally the eldest male relation." She nodded slowly. "I can understand wanting to make her proud of you. I always wanted to make my father proud of me."
She was silent for a moment, considering what to say. "I think your relative would be proud of you. You survived an unknown world, all alone, without much more than the clothes on your back, and you got recruited as a Grey Warden, which has to be an honor even in Orzammar I'm sure?" She offered the girl a smile. "Plus you're the first dwarf mage the surface has ever seen."