Tabris' shadow immediately pivots, and starts trying to poke Felassan's shadow, almost confused when the other shadow doesn't respond, except to move according to its owner.

Whom Tabris herself is currently examining. Her eyes go up and down him, then lingers on his face. She knows what those tattoos mean. At least, she thinks she does. "Well, could be, or it could be their faces. Can't really tell the difference, hey?" And then she laughs, loud and proud, and gives him a whack on the arm for good measure. Her Ferelden accent is diluted from her time in the Capitol, but still present, if you're looking for it.

"Hey, you're one of them Dalish, ain't ya? I knew a few Dalish, back in the day. Met a whole Clan, believe it or not." She remembers, when the Dalish were a rumor, whispered in the alienage. You always heard someone claiming to have seen them, or ran off to join them.