Her dreams are already awful, hence the lack of encouraging them by sleeping. Inessa's still frazzled enough where it makes a weird sort of sense to her, even as Adelaide's own logic can't be denied. She sighs and takes the glass, not knowing what to think anymore. The sweetness is a pleasant contrast to the ginger tea taken earlier to quell her stomach.

"A lack of fear...that is more difficult than I had supposed. My Circle was overtaken by blood mages and abominations during the Fifth Blight. If the Hero of Ferelden and his entourage hadn't arrived, the entire tower would have been lost. I thought I had moved on from that, but the events in the cave...it was as though I was eight years old once more." Her lips form a thin line, ashamed at herself for not holding it together better than that. She's a Grey Warden, she's seen vile things thanks to darkspawn. Why did this have to be the thing that made her fall apart?