Imenry nodded slowly in understanding. "That is true... we had no books either. Some scrolls on vellum... but leather was precious. All our tales and knowledge were passed on orally. We did have our own songs, but mostly the village would gather for the epic tales... more like poems I suppose... long verses. Stories that no one here has heard of.... many of them born out of the true history of our people." She paused to listen to Hilda speak of her mentor, her quest that brought her to Ferelden, and her fallen brother. Imenry had no siblings of her own, but she had been close to her family, and could only imagine that would extend to brothers and sisters had she had them. She frowned though, confused for a moment. "Your people they don't believe in the Maker and Andraste then? I don't find it to be a very tolerant religion. I... have a hard time with it. As you can guess, my people were not Andrastians."
She did not find it hard to believe that the Chantry would be so cruel as to keep the truth of Hilda's brother's death from her. It was true that she was perhaps biased against them, from her own experiences. She did not say anything to this effect though. She didn't want to offend Hilda. Clearly her brother had been devout, and given what she knew of Hilda thus far, she could only imagine he was a kind man. People were not defined by their beliefs, and Imenry tried hard not to judge people by such things. After all, she had met kind Templars and sisters in just the two short years she had been here. Obviously they were not all bad.
"I hope that you do find out what happened to him, your brother. I think it is hard not to know. Then it seems there is no meaning in their loss."
It fit well with thoughts of her own parents. She suspected why they had been killed, but there had been no answers, no justice for her. She had no looked for them, easier to live in denial of what she had lost than confront it. Hilda was the wiser one, seeking answers. Imenry truly hoped she would find them.
She blinked then, and smiled at what Hilda next said, speaking of the possibility of Imenry teaching her own daughter to cook. She said it with ease, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to suggest. Usually people expressed disbelief that someone like her could be a mother, or would want to. "Perhaps... I would like that," she agreed, unable to argue with the woman's optimism. "And you Hilda, I imagine you'd like to have a large family when you are a mother? It sounds as if you have quite a few brothers and sisters?"
She turned the discussion towards Hilda. Hearing of her happy family would be preferable to talking about that which Imenry now lacked.