"Kinloch hold." A cautionary tale for every tower once word came around- they had felt so certain it would never happen in the Spire. That nothing of the sort could shake the foundations they'd built. In truth it'd been the fearful and the mad that struck them down rather than blood magic and abominations. Somehow that makes it worse. No one to blame but themselves. "We are marked by what we survive. That this brought forth memories of that for you- There are rumors and speculation. The few I know that survived do not speak of it, but-"

She takes a sip of her own drink and sets her glass aside. Inessa is not one of her students, but these fears? Are vaguely familiar. "what I have heard is horrific. All I might recommend is you survived it then and have endured that memory without possession. This too shall pass."