The elf remained silent for a few, tense beats, staring up at him impassively, and for that fleeting moment Alderic feared that she might be considering rejecting his overture wholesale. If she forced his hand, reacted with violence, he would do as was necessary- but he would not relish it. Despite the warning jangle of his nerves, Alderic kept his hand far from his sword in the effort of reinforcing to the woman (and his fellow Warden) his claim that he had no desire to fight.
When Aeolyn spoke again her words did a great deal to dispel his anxiety. He smiled honestly, if wearily, at her, shoulders relaxing slightly from tension he hadn't realized had been building. "I... don't doubt that this is frightening for you, miss, as suddenly as it has come upon you. Under the circumstances, I quite understand."
The Templar gestured to the room's closed door. "When you are ready, I will accompany you to the Chantry. If you need a moment to gather your thoughts- or perhaps your possessions, of course, you may have it, but I must insist that I accompany you until we have had the opportunity to discuss this matter with the Revered Mother."
He glanced to Rhocanth next, taking care that he look confident, unwilling to falter in the face of the dwarf's disapproval. "Ranger Nilas, I am certain that my associate will be able to address any further questions you have on behalf of your lady."