At that, at least, Herian can scoff something close to a laugh. "Forgive me, that I find that hard to believe."

A breath that is far too similar to a shudder for her own liking, and Herian squares the shoulders, changes back into the Knight Enchanter even within the embrace. Steady, controlled, strong. Always strong.

Gently, Herian eases back. She has sharp lines where she used to carry whimsy. What would have been a playfully interrogative look is a careful study, now, peeling away what she sees now and contrasting it to what she knew.

"How find you this Inquisition?" Disappointing? Inspiring?