She is gaining so much approval right now. Geez.
During his years in the Brecilian Forest while living among his Dalish clan, he had only met three humans aside from the Warden Commander and his many companions. While all three of them made an impression on him, only one of them really gained his approval, the other two to be wary of. Viara and her background had been the thing that struck his fancy, being a human child raised in a Dalish clan was entirely unusual and intriguing. But Deidre's traveling experience had been something Faer admired, considering he had never even left the borders of the Forest until now. Then, lastly, Alderic, the Templar. Although he seemed civil enough upon meeting, Faer felt that he could never trust the man, there was something about him the mage didn't like.
Imenry was entirely different from either of those situations, he barely knew anything about her except the fact that she came from a village with mages and the idea that she was entirely curious about Faer, even through his shy demeanor and rather stoic being. He seemingly responded to her well, better than most who would talk to him on the first meeting, considering he was now beginning to receive her well, his mind filled with answers to her questions and his own questions for her to answer. One of which -- he made a mental note to ask this at some point -- would be about the mages she grew up with, something he was genuinely interested in considering that where he grew up, he was literally the only magic user in his clan.
Of course, it also helped that she was rather gorgeous. He had seen beautiful women before in his life; in fact, his clan wasn't sort of them and he had crushes before, but he had been struck with her mysterious aura. Even if she didn't mean to, she did epitomize the "tall, dark and handsome" idea...except, the equivalent for females in that phrase. Usually, he would be so pent up when talking to someone whom he was this attracted, but she somehow made him feel at ease enough that he could talk to her normally, like she were friends with him. He wasn't necessarily comfortable around her, but he did feel enough relaxation that their conversation could probably go on for hours, especially if they kept asking each other questions.
Perking up at the word "Dalish", he smiled sheepishly to her; she had already started on a topic that he could go on for days. Anyone who showed interest in his culture or his background had his approval immediately. He's not one to start his own conversation with the matter, but if someone went out of their way to know, he was more than happy to give them what they want. Unless he didn't like the person, he would happily let someone in on the Dalish ideals. "Is that so?" he asked, wondering who this woman was, "She must have left the clan early, all elves in a clan receive their tattoos when they come of age at eighteen. They represent your clan as well as the gods you worship." He turned to look at her, wondering if he'd see fascination in her eyes.