Sorrel... reacts. His face, open and with no reason to guard morphs through a series of emotions-- first a smirk, at the joke, but then a complicated mix of sorrow and wonder. He's grateful for the gifts, and more than that for the consideration; Sina is more than worthy of all that, in his mind. But he never thought of an alienage as something like a clan before. Or a group of alienage elves as people who might band together to express so kind a sentiment.
Truly, he hasn't put much thought into it at all.
"I'm alright, truly. Watching Sina--" He has to stop, choked, blinking. It hits him at odd times, but only briefly, "Now, you can't tell anyone I told you this. Promise?"
He tries on the ghost of a grin, conspiratorial.
"Sina's favorites are always the human-made stuff, and I think she thinks it's a secret-- but I've seen it. She must've got a taste for the fancy sugar candies when they all trooped into Orlais for a month. But she never actually takes any for herself unless they're gifts; rude to refuse a gift, you know?" He shakes the bag of sweets Adasse had procured meaningfully, "Can't help it if someone just gives her the stuff, after all. Then it's always the first thing to vanish. Mysteriously."
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Sorrel... reacts. His face, open and with no reason to guard morphs through a series of emotions-- first a smirk, at the joke, but then a complicated mix of sorrow and wonder. He's grateful for the gifts, and more than that for the consideration; Sina is more than worthy of all that, in his mind. But he never thought of an alienage as something like a clan before. Or a group of alienage elves as people who might band together to express so kind a sentiment.
Truly, he hasn't put much thought into it at all.
"I'm alright, truly. Watching Sina--" He has to stop, choked, blinking. It hits him at odd times, but only briefly, "Now, you can't tell anyone I told you this. Promise?"
He tries on the ghost of a grin, conspiratorial.
"Sina's favorites are always the human-made stuff, and I think she thinks it's a secret-- but I've seen it. She must've got a taste for the fancy sugar candies when they all trooped into Orlais for a month. But she never actually takes any for herself unless they're gifts; rude to refuse a gift, you know?" He shakes the bag of sweets Adasse had procured meaningfully, "Can't help it if someone just gives her the stuff, after all. Then it's always the first thing to vanish. Mysteriously."