She felt silly. She hadn't realized just how much she'd been apologizing. It was just that he was so quiet and she was now used to people like Signy, Falina and Rhocanth, who were so ready to talk about almost anything, and ask questions. But Faer was quiet, obviously shy from the way his cheeks reddened when he met her gaze, when he finally introduced himself. She caught the half-started mention of the Keeper, whoever that was, before he stopped himself, giving her a smile that wasn't quite there.
"Faer Arandil," she repeated, nodding. "It's nice to meet you." Imenry grasped his hand in her own and shook it briefly, offering him a smile. It was polite gesture. She tilted her head slightly, considering the young man for a moment. He seemed at least to be interested enough in her not to tell her to go away, but she wanted to try and put him more at ease. She wasn't sure if he was sensitive about the subject of magic, but it seemed like a place to start at least.
"I don't see why it should change how I greet you. Do you see any reason?" She asked, looking at him curiously. She wanted to know more about the Dalish in general, and what they thought of magic. What must it be like to grow up as a mage among them? Likely better than those who were tossed into the tower and locked away, she figured. They would learn the magic from their friends and family, and use it to help their people, probably the way it had been treated when a mage was found back in her village.