He had to be honest in how surprised by how open Imenry had been, both in learning about his culture as well as seemingly in her personality. The fact that she was willing to ask such questions in such a genuine tone meant that she was honestly curious and willing to learn about backgrounds that were so different from hers, Faer had even felt glad that she had chosen him for an example of this. In such a short time, he approved of her much more than any average person he randomly met throughout his life, but now that she had stated how unbiased she was (while being entirely modest on the fact), he was afraid that she left a much more welcome impression on him than he was leaving on her.
Saying nothing in response at first, but showing his gratitude through a small and sheepish smile, he tried to hide his amount of approval of her by avoiding her eyes since he had heard several times that someone could see what he was thinking simply by looking in his own. Instead, he focused entirely on either the ground below them or to the sky above, trying to find something interesting enough to catch and hold his attention though nothing looked even nearly as appealing as Imenry and her smile. Hoping that she wouldn’t think he was trying to avoid eye contact because he disapproved, he nodded to her and quickly muttered in an appreciative tone, “I’m glad you find me and my culture as interesting as you do.”
Realizing that she had spent so much time asking about him, he felt slightly guilty that he didn’t treat her with the same interest. With that thought, he cleared his throat a little nervously and remembered that she had mentioned Orlais, a foreign neighboring country that his Keeper would tell him about, especially with elaborate stories that would depict the Dalish who inhabited the country. For the most part though, the Keeper had been only adamant about the elves and told him little of the human aspects in Orlais; she had been a master at giving him little pieces of information whenever he questioned her about them. At this realization, he swiftly glanced at Imenry and then asked, “Are you from Orlais then?”
Hoping that she would find the question innocent enough, he sincerely wished that she was willing to tell him much of herself without feeling uncomfortable in the process. He understood that he hadn’t acted so friendly when she first approached him because he had been shy, but she didn’t come across such a way to him as they conversed and the fact that he opened up to her -- was comfortable enough around her -- would perhaps make her feel more willing to indulge his curiosity.
In all honesty, Faer wanted to know as much as he could in his life. His knowledge of elven history, especially revolving the Dalish, had been expanded and quite elaborate as the Keeper seemingly always had something new to add whenever she called him for his daily lessons. Considering he was also blessed with magic, she had been quite descriptive in it’s properties as well, telling him it’s origins, what it is and was extremely detailed when she told him of the Circle of Magi, especially when it came to the Templars and their involvement. She, however, didn’t really spend much time on anything else, perhaps feeling it wasn’t important enough even though Faer was entirely interested in the subject.