Leander turns towards the tree and Ellis makes a study of his face, reins rolling between the fingers of his right hand. There's nothing prohibiting in Leander's expression. Or there's nothing Ellis discerns as prohibiting, not just yet.

What little Ellis knows of Circles comes to him secondhand, in glancing asides traded around campfires or on long, winding journeys not unlike this present expedition. Set against those minor recollections, what Leander mentions fits in alongside the impression Ellis had already formed.

"I've never known anyone who spoke of art that way," Ellis tells him, eyes returning to the road. This is likely unsurprising to hear from a Fereldan Warden, regardless of Ellis' particular background. "But it seems to me that you'd find the apple easier than you'd find anything else."

A beat, then, tacked on almost as if to underscore his obvious shortcomings: "Not that I've seen enough art for you to trust my judgement."