Falina's face dropped awkwardly, suddenly uncomfortable with the eerie detachment that settled over his ordinarily expressive face. It cast her quickly back to Orzammar, perfectly bred, proper looks. It screamed nobility, an unfair double standard, knowing the reality that she projected the same as time called for it.
She felt a flare of anger, before stamping it out, repeating silently in her head that he was not talking down do her. He was just uncomfortable, and wanted to talk about something else.
"No, but without a series of events, much larger events, would we have gotten to see what the sky looked like?" Falina knew that she might have, nearing sixteen, she was already to break from her status quo. Rho obviously missed his old life, and probably would have contently lived the rest of his in the Diamond District.