It's disconcerting, when Pel is this serious. Beleth doesn't like it, and shifts uneasily under her stare. A frown starts to form on her face, as Pel begins talking about Beleth's comments on her pregnancy. Well, of course she was glad it was an elf, did Pel want to give birth to some half blood?

But when Pel touches on her confession to Alistair, all thoughts of anything else go out the window. A cold, sick feeling forms in the pit of her stomach, spreading through her veins. Pel knew. And if Pel knew, that meant that the rest of the clan--that Skyhold could know--

Beleth stares at the ground in dread while she processes this, but when she turns to look back at Pel, there's an intentness in her eyes. "Who told you that?" Panic can (and will) come later, but it'll have to wait for Beleth's righteous indignation to have a turn. After all, she'd gone well out of her way to try to limit the amount of people who knew, and now...That number could be far more than she imagined.