Herian is silent moments after Inessa speaks, before finally drawing in breath. She remains the picture of calm, save that the pull of that one breath seems more fitting for one recovering from a sprint that set their lungs to bursting than someone simply sitting in a tavern.

"My condolences for your father, as well. If it should come to needing to step before injustice done, I would be glad to accept your help."

Extending her arm, Herian offers her hand to Inessa to shake, a gesture of solidarity more so than formality.