As she goes on about elves he finds himself smiling. He finds her enthusiasm endearing. He wants to answer all of her questions now, raven or no raven.

"Why don't I start with how you got here, hm?" he suggests. "Very recently, an evil creature caused an explosion which tore a hole in the sky. From that, rifts appeared. Rifts are..." A pause, as he considers how to describe this. "They're sort of windows into the Fade and other realms. Shortly after the Inquisition closed the major Breach in the sky, men and women from other realms began to fall from the Rifts. I'm afraid that's what happened to you, and that's why your hand is glowing. You have a bit of the magic inside of you now."