Herian listens in attentive silence, all focus on Inessa, even as her hand still rests on the scraps of parchment she had been studying. Though she does not reach out to Inessa, does not rest a hand over hers or touch her shoulder, she feels for her, and keenly.

Silence stretches a moment before she tries to sketch a response. "I cannot claim to know how horrifying such a thing must have been." She had endured the Spire, aye, and she had fled the Dalish, but she had never been in the midst of such blood magic and so many abominations as what Inessa describes, even in such broad strokes. "But I do have some familiarity with encountering matters that dig their claws into the very darkest seams of my memory. Events and people that drag all the most painful things into the very forefront of mine mind, so that I cannot evade them. It is not the same, I am uncertain any two people can share horrors with one another and hope to make a comparison, when the hurts are so personal, but—"

A moment, and she shakes her head. "I suspect I may have an understanding of it. I am sorry that such a darkness was forced upon you, and that this tore those wounds asunder once more."