<span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna smiled a bit at the Qunari's comment. "Maybe not. They did seem troubled, though. Well, at least Ester did. Hard to tell with Mesaraih."<br/><br/>She continued looking at the stone, wondering whether she could shatter it using similar magic to when she caused small earthquakes. She had manipulated that power to have some control over the rock wraiths, so it might be able to work here, as well. The only problem is that the ground they stepped on was naturally tied to tectonic movement from the earth's bowels. It would be harder to exert her power over a statue. If Ester could freeze them, however, they might have a chance at shattering them.</span><br/><br/>Mesaraih pursed his lips slightly when Ester flinched away from him, but only for a second. After she handed it back to him, however, he took it and began to wrap it in the bandage. His hands were careful and gentle, first applying it over the wound, then around the rest of her hand to hold it in place. He tucked it underneath itself to hold it in place, noticing how quickly it had darkened with red. "There," he said quietly, breaking contact as soon as he was done.<br/><br/>He listened to her as she spoke some more. His hands were now bloody from handling Ester's cut, and his eyes flitted between them, Ester's bandaged hand, and her eyes.<br/><br/>"Yes, I do," he finally said with a sigh. "You meddled with something you probably shouldn't have and hopefully learned from it. You learned enough to help me."<br/><br/>He paused for a second. "And you seem to have some remorse over what happened. I tend to sympathize with remorseful people. They condemn themselves enough, I don't need to show up and condemn them some more."<br/><br/>He looked up and met Ester's eyes again. "I'll keep your secret. If you want me to."