This, suggests the sympathetic look that the small man gives her, is pure foolishness. But it is the unknowing naivety to be expected from Fereldans, of which she may very well be a perfectly ordinary kind. True, the Fereldan merchants may look the one way by the time they reach Seleny, but maybe it takes the extra travel distance to acquaint themselves with what counts as propriety and otherwise every Fereldan wears their hair and face so.

No, it isn't her fault she doesn't know how to handle such miniature brigands. What would an orphan cutpurse in Denerim even hope to steal?

"That might solve the problem today with— what did you say your name was?" He uncovers the boy's mouth, and receives a curt answer for his trouble. "For little Fuck Off here, but I guarantee he has friends who are watching us as we speak. I would prefer them to get a good look at me so they know not to ever try putting their sticky fingers in my pockets either. In a city this size, it's easy for children to forget a face if they're not given adequate time to study it."