The suspicioun that came over her by the questions about the elf realm made her hyper aware of the possibility of the future. She had spoken with Y'sthola, learned that there were humans turning into races and that could mean difficult things. Humans, of all things, they already learned so much from them and now they could look like them? Her father had drilled them as a general of the army, it was always a scary thing and that's why Sorcha had never left the realm of Elves, their capital before. He didn't seem to be a bad person, but it felt strange to have to answer such questions. Were there pureblood elves outside the realm? She didn't know, she couldn't know.
But the first question already felt so strange that she couldn't answer. "Pardon my curiousity in that case but, before I answer this, were you born an elf?" She tried to say it as neutral as possible, how would the elven race look at her, the king if she would send a halfblood towards their realm. What would she answer, out of politeness she could give a direction, but she had no intention of lying, she tried to have this polite smile on her face. She made up her mind, she would start with explaining their history if he would answer the question as she suspected, if there was another answer, she would try to answer as best as she could and give herself an earfull about being so prejudiced.