Herian's mouth tugs into a slight frown. "Ill-done, I think. Your hand has been forced. If the Inquisition refused you aid it would be a slight against their character and cause. By helping your kind they aid themselves." Quiet, displeased and pensive. Strange, she thought, that they would so favour the Dalish, and yet act with a coolness against those who have little choice in their attendance.

"What is the specific nature of your inquiry?" Holding out a hand to help Cosima up, Herian tilts her head back in the direction of the other plants. "To my understanding, Healer Ancarrow and Councilor LeBlanc are both greatly advanced in their knowledge of plants."