"Ah," she says, only mildly skeptically. "Tell you what then. The last time I fought a possessing demon, I killed it. So you possess anyone, and I stab you. Since you can't possess anyone anyway, you don't have to worry about running afoul of this rule, and we can all move on with our lives. Deal?"

Demons, where I'm from, are not stabbable. 

"Well, they are here. Which is convenient, given that they're very bad at playing nicely with others. The last one we killed was trying to possess a girl about your size. If you can avoid doing anything really inconsiderate like that, then we should get along just fine, without any threatened stabbings at all."

"Can avoid trying to possess anyone," he says carefully in her language, and then looks pleased with himself.

"Nice job!" she says, delighted. "You may want to cover the wings somehow anyway, though, they're gonna get you in even more trouble than the combination of fancy clothes and elfishness. Which is honestly also a problem."

He makes the wings invisible. Should I copy your clothes? They're really ugly.

"I'll bet," she says, a bit sadly. "This is a warden uniform, though, I don't think it'd make sense for a kid to be wearing it. Hm. Tell you what, I have some wedding clothes I've been hanging onto. I bet I could cut the fabric down to something your size. They're not as pretty as what you're wearing, but maybe we can split the difference, OK?"

Demons where I am from can make stuff. Any stuff. If you tell me what you want it to be like I can make it and then you won't have to lose your, uh, wedding clothes. Children wear wedding clothes here?

"Nah, they're just what I happened to wear to my wedding. Alienage elves aren't rich enough to buy clothes to wear just once, so anyone who saw you would just figure you were dressed up for any random event you wanted to look nice for. I'll show you and you can use 'em for a pattern so you don't look completely ridiculous."

He's not totally clear on how weddings go but he thought you didn't wear clothes to them. Okay.

She leads him back to the rest of the party and shows him a couple examples of prettily dyed and embroidered outfits that aren't too pretty for elves. "Don't copy the bloodstains, I just couldn't get those all the way out."

He's really confused about how these people do weddings.

I can make you a copy without stains if you want, he says, and makes himself something in that genre. It's a little prettier, but only a little. 

"That's very nice of you. I don't think I need it, though, it's not like I ever wear them anyway."

Then why do you carry them around?

"Sentiment, I guess. I had them with me when I left home, and I didn't have much else to remember the alienage by. We're going to Redcliffe, by the way, though I suppose you don't know where that is. Decent-sized town that Alistair hails from. That one's Alistair," she says, pointing at a human man in heavy armor who's currently guarding the back of the party.

If you send me a clear enough mental picture of it I could teleport you all.

"Well, that would certainly be convenient for the world-saving timeline, but I've never been there and I don't think Alistair's been there since he was a kid, so he may or may not be able to provide that."

World-saving?

"Yeah. Ferelden is in the middle of the Fifth Blight right now. D'you know about the blights?"

I'm not from around here. I might be able to fix it, though, and my family will once they find me.

"The blights are not really - you know, whatever. It's like this. A looong time ago, the Maker created elves and humans and - supposedly not the dwarves, that's this whole other thing - in his image, and that was fine and dandy, occurrence of the first sin and subsequent genocidal hiccups notwithstanding. Then, the magisters of the Tevinter Imperium, which was responsible for a lot of the aforementioned genocide, and which is currently the nation to the northwest of the nation to the north of us, decided that they were going to go into the Fade and take over heaven, 'cause apparently that's what you do when you're an uberpowerful magister who doesn't have enough other goals in life. Unfortunately, for them and for everyone, their sin corrupted heaven, and they were hurled back to the physical realm as the first darkspawn. The Grey Wardens - that's us - defeated them, the first time, and drove them underground, where they stayed for several centuries. Except it turns out that underground is where the archdemons are imprisoned, so now they seek out the archdemons until they find one, at which point their mysterious darkspawn decision-making process leads them to attack the surface en masse, and we get another blight. So that's fun. This blight is the fifth one, and until we kill the archdemon responsible, the darkspawn are just gonna keep destroying stuff and trying to break all our toys. Did you catch all of that?"

I have a perfect memory. Would it work to just put all the archdemons on another planet? Because then we wouldn't have to wait for my people to find me.

"Well, we'd have to find them all. Also I am only sort of clear on what a planet is."

"It's like the moons."

"Ohhhhh. I guess maybe you put the archdemons on one of the moons, if you found them and could teleport them," she says, ignoring the horrified stares of everyone behind her.