Conlan's face scrunched up at her comment. Partly exasperated, but mostly confused.
"I don't exactly feel like "the Elite." It's like you said. Yesterday I was a convicted criminal who'd just barely gotten out of the dungeon. Today I'm a celebrated legendary hero, held in such august company as the Hero of Ferelden, and Garahel. Oh and in addition to the people who think I'm awesome now, there are the people who don't feel I'm deserving of the honor, and certainly those who didn't survive the joining would have made much better Wardens." He let out a sigh.
"It's not exactly the most comfortable of situations."