It was much easier to throw blood on an elf, particularly one as slight and unassuming as she was, than it was to throw blood on a rather formidable female Qunari, one would think twice about it. Little did they know she used to be a Grey Warden and was not simply a pushover, Fiona was stubborn when she had her mind and heart set on something. Fortunately she wasn't so stubborn as to help humans that clearly did not want her help. If they knew what was best then so be it on their head, she was firm enough to stand up for what she believed, but old enough and wise enough to know when the cause was lost...and that? Was a lost cause.

"One could only wish," Fiona responded to the question, the tone of her voice softening a little, for the woman was also a fellow mage and clearly meant her no harm and thus there was no reason for her to redirect her ire on someone who meant to help her. At least Fiona would not wear the trappings of ungratefulness, she had no right to, "incidentally, it is bear blood...can you imagine? The blood of the very creatures they wish for us to abstain from harming they bleed themselves just to throw blood at us."