Not a brother, but close enough; Signy gave a small smile, nodding her head slightly, relieved that her blathering and stumbling for words hadn't been some terrible insult. Then Hilda was approaching, visible from what seemed like miles away, and Signy craned her neck upwards; Imenry and her friend, her Brennan, they were both tall, and Signy managed to peer around between the high-up humans for a moment, listening.
What Hilda said arrested her thoughts for a moment; it piqued her curiosity, and her worry. A minor skirmish? The repairing of the town? Had it been darkspawn, or something else? Her senses were dulled sufficiently by the burning of tainted corpses that he had done that night, that the smell of it that clung around Redcliffe had not yet registered for her. She would ask in a moment; the skald did not seem worn down by it, and it made Signy believe, then, that it could not be too terrible.
She looked back to the stranger, Imenry's long-lost friend. "Atrast vala," she greeted, feeling a whim of formality and nodding her head slightly. It was not Hilda's enthused response, but in her small, quiet way, Signy was sincere, too; it was clear to see Imenry's happiness, and it brought some of Signy's thoughts back from the bleak places they had been wandering. After a momentary glance at Imenry, she looked back to the stranger and with only a little hesitation, telling herself throughout to talk like a Grey Warden and not stammer or look at her boots, "How did you come to Redcliffe? Was it by chance you met here?"