There was a silvery laugh as Atheyla tossed her head back at the mention of Darkspawn. "If they wish to come let them!" She urged with an amused look in her eyes. This 'Sparrow' was amusing she would grant him that! A Blight was the least of his worries, but she would not tell him such. She would not tell him that the eluvian that stood in those ruins was a bridge to the traitor of the Inqusition, nor that that said elf might be making his way though the ruins or forests to seek her out. That would take a great deal of time, for her magic was about that ruin like a thick fog that morning could not burn through. With all the power she had been using to restore and preserve, it would be a confusing trail to any. If it was to be, Athelya would deal with it then. With wit, charm, fact, and power. All of which she had on hand, the elf maid thought with amusement. "The Blight is not to concern myself nor what comes." She did give him that cryptic remark. Running a hand over her foci and tracing the whorls that designed the stone orb. A green aura trailing after hr fingers.

"Thedas will survive." Her voice was strong and sure as she held out the orb and let it whirl free of her grasp hovering over her once more gloved hand. "Thedas will survive if people can learn to look beyond themselves, to accept the ancient as well as the new." Looking back to the ruins, she gave a short sigh. As much as she would like to remain and to speak with this human man. Athelya felt the need, the call to return to her plan so carefully laid. There was also the matter she did not want Klaine to suffer an arrow through his chest if it was Abelas or one of his men. The ancient elves had come to fight for the lowering of the Veil, though many still remained to protect the ruins of the Temple of Mythal for all they had lost the Well of Sorrows. Closing her green-blue eyes, Athelya gave a tired sigh. "You should pack up your camp and return to civilization for a time. The wilds are a dangerous place for a human." Giving the man a stern look she set her staff in the ground moving to stand but not quite standing. "Especially so near the ruins of my kin."

Pulling herself to her feet she flipped the long braid back over her shoulder so that it would lay once more upon her chest. Athelya was taller than most elves by mere inches, but that height spoke of ancient blood to those who knew. "I have journeyed into the Fade and ancient ruins and battlefields to see the dreams of ancient civilizations. I know a storm when I see one stir among the powers of the continent. The possibly of restoration, however slim, must be grasped with both hands if Thedas is to survived." She stared off towards the ruins her eyes deep in thought. "Though I fear the price that might be extracted before the chance comes to fruition." Athelya sighed and frowned as she gripped her staff with both hands. Troubled by possibilities that could be bearing down. "For that. I hope no Blight will wreck upon this land. It would dash away the hopes of many if it were to come to pass. The hope and the love of many turned to ash. For love may exist but hope must nurture it." Glancing to Sparrow she gave a weary smile. "Forgive me, my thoughts are filled with worry and dire warnings and knowledge of what is coming." The orb floated beside her before a gloved hand grasped it and slipped the precious object into it's net. "It is a blessing and a curse."