"You're the gardener for the whole city, too?" Fern asks, looking both surprised and a bit awed; she never thought that a city would give an elf like them that kind of responsibility. It's the wrong conclusion to draw, but not exactly an illogical one; the Chantry grounds are in Hightown, which is about as far as one can get from the Inquisition's headquarters in the Gallows.

Then, deciding to summon up her courage and just Go For It, "Do you need help? With the gardening? I mean--can I help?" This said with another small smile that probably looks more hopeful than she intends it to.