"How sad," she muses quietly, her tone matching her words. Though she is often cheerful, she can come down from it all in order to show the proper respect. She was just a girl during the Blight, but she remembers the stories: the horror of the darkspawn, the bravery of the Hero of Ferelden and his company; all of it. The people of Redcliffe were certainly brave too.

Her gaze shifts from their surrounding to where Jane gestures, and Belinda nods her head.

"Agreed. The little fellows should have a chance. And I'm sure they'll be able to forage for food in this area."