For Inessa's part, there's no fawning or rage in regards to the Dalish, when her mind lingers on them at all. They may be fellow elves, yes, but pointed ears and the scorn of humans are about all she has in common with them. They aren't Andrastian, and much of their experiences have no parallel with her own. As long as they don't attempt to assert over her about what an elf should be, she has no real opinion on them.

Having already steeled herself for a refusal, she listens in surprise as Herian explains...and then horror at what had been done. Herian doesn't have to go into detail; she can well understand sticking to bare-bones facts in order to spare onself reliving an experience. What's been said is more than enough for her to get the general picture, and after her eyes widen, they narrow, lips forming a thin angry line. Her voice remains calm, though. This is not her memory to lose control over, not her place to do anything but listen. "...a fair point, and I understand.

I am so sorry about your father. My own is gone; during the battle for Denerim, I believe. But he would not have suffered as yours did, as you did. I have heard no sign of those present in the Inquisition pursuing such actions, but if such instances surface, I will gladly join you in stopping them." If Herian can't allow herself that first option, Inessa hopes the second will be possible.