The snake enjoys the sound of her hiss, to go on with so many unnecessary words when her friend struggles. Herian held little care for the well-being of reptiles, but she had believed them like to at least see to their own. (Their own, indeed, seemed to be their only care.) Cerise's hold on Herian has eased, and for all that she is pregnant and tired, she is in far better form than the struggling Dalish.

The hissing is not near so clever or subtle as she thinks. All pause and emphasis and making pretty with her words, when they both of them knew the truth of it. The Dalish had poisoned the waters. They had compromised the Inquisition's very integrity. Herian promised to bring these people somewhere safe, and instead she has lead them to a pit of snakes.

It seems worth noting that she can hardly seek this self-righteous creature out without knowing her name, but she's no great interest in pressing the point when the other is in pain. Herian simply nods an acknowledgement.

"Blessings with you."