At the Templar's words of, what she assumed were supposed to be, comfort she sighed lightly. Done the right thing by turning herself in? Of course he would think that. To her, the right thing would have been to use some sort of spell on the entire room and leave while they were all busy trying to figure out what the hell just happened. No, that wasn't the right thing to do. That was the malificar thing to do, and malificar she was not. Giving herself up had been right despite what she felt.
When Rhocanth spoke to her she smiled lightly, listening to his words closely. Her brows furrowed after the "only be so lucky" part and she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. She shook her head before speaking to him, trying to make up for the fact that she'd just laughed at him. "Forgive me, but I've never heard magic referred to as such outside of the Dalish. If only more people thought like you good ser, then perhaps I wouldn't fear death," she explained with a smile of thanks, letting him know that his support was appreciated.
She then turned her attention to the templar and made a thoughtful face. "Well... I must say I've never heard of a Grey Warden Templar but I assume you still hold your oaths to the Chantry," she started. If she was going to be sentenced to death or drug off to the Circle she wanted to get it over with. "If I'm to be put to death I'd appreciate it if you'd make it quick and if I'm to go to the Chantry then... well... so be it." She finished her sentence with a nod, glancing from him to the woman who had accompanied them into the room. Æolyn could almost smell the unease on her and instead of feeling any sort of disdain towards the woman she felt only pity. Ignorance bred hatred and the Chant of Light sure did a number to help that one as well, but hating someone because they didn't know never solved anything.