The stench of blood has Garahel gagging and backing out almost immediately, causing Inessa to turn and--
--oh. Oh, Maker. Inessa's hand goes to her mouth and she fights back that urge to flee and though she's not exactly nauseous, the Grey Warden mage nonetheless is suddenly wishing for a cup of ginger tea...or several. That might have to be a priority later, once out of the caves.
Almost certain she's going to regret this, Inessa steps forward and tips her staff toward the shadows, needing what light it can afford. Perhaps something about this human's death can give her insight to share with the others. (If not, then maybe she'll just never eat again.)
this face forever
--oh. Oh, Maker. Inessa's hand goes to her mouth and she fights back that urge to flee and though she's not exactly nauseous, the Grey Warden mage nonetheless is suddenly wishing for a cup of ginger tea...or several. That might have to be a priority later, once out of the caves.
Almost certain she's going to regret this, Inessa steps forward and tips her staff toward the shadows, needing what light it can afford. Perhaps something about this human's death can give her insight to share with the others. (If not, then maybe she'll just never eat again.)