Incredible

Beleth's life in the clan was laid out for her. Indeed, she had made few decisions in the grand scheme of her life, however average it was for a Dalish. Showing few skills elsewhere, she'd been apprenticed to the Hunters. When one of the skills that did emerge was an ability to speak amicably with nearly everyone, no matter how prickly they might be, she became one of the main traders with the humans. That was her life.

What she wanted or didn't want rarely factored into these things.

Maybe that's why she got along so well with Gavin. She envied him, in a way. She could never imagine just taking off like he did, wandering in and out of the clan like a half-feral cat. She was curious about the world outside of the clan, but she was more worried about how the clan would perceive her doing that. If they would talk about her like they spoke about Gavin.

When he does show up, though, he's greeted with an enthusiastic grin. "You're back! I was so worried, Gavin, would it kill you to send a note back once in a while? Let us know you haven't ended up dead in a ditch?" She didn't bother to tell him that the Keeper wasn't pleased, that there was yet more murmuring about him, because he probably already knew that. Instead, she clucks at him like a mother hen, reaching up to take his shoulder, and carefully inspect his face for signs of any hardship. "Are you hungry? I can sneak you a meal, if you want. But tell me--Where did you go?"

And, of course, what did he get her, but Beleth would never be rude enough to demand a gift.