Endless Time

With no warning, Elm didn't stop himself in time before he collided with the woman's back, his drink leaving his hand but not before coating himself with the sticky drink. There was a startled sounds as he knocked them both over, limbs tangling with hers on the way down as he tried to catch them both, a head going to her head to protect her from cracking it on the stone walkway. I- I'm am very sorry. Are you alright? his words had started in his ancient tongue before realizing that no, there was likely no reason for her to speak such a language.  His words in Dalish felt foreign and uncomfortable in his mouth, struggling over pronunciations and syntax, but trying nonetheless. Have we... met in the past? You feel like home.