If nothing else, Fern will at least know to look for people with pointed ears and tattooed faces, which is all Sina really hopes to get out of this. When Fern's expression changes, hers does too, her own smile dwindling in uncertainty. She knows that look; something about it stabs at her, not unlike how it did when she was in Fern's place. Or could that be? Perhaps she's too full of herself.
Suddenly blushing, Sina seems to withdraw slightly, tucking a strand of hair over her ear. "Yes, I think that's the shem'len equivalent," she answers quietly, still smiling, but with less confidence now. "He's the First of Clan Ashara. Dahlasanor is very small, and we united the clans by bonding."