Fern looks to the green glow embedded in Sina's chest and winces again; yes, she understands, and it shows clearly in her expressive eyes. She also notices that smile, the blush, and finds herself smiling back again. Shyly ducking her head, she reaches up a hand to rub the back of her neck.

"Um," she starts, the noise halfway to a nervous giggle. "I can garden... And I know some spells," she adds quickly, "for keeping the frost at bay, if that's needed. Maybe not so much here as in Ferelden, our winters were bitter cold."

What a way to ramble, good job, Fern. Blushing, she asks, "You like gardening?"