Oh, Gwenaëlle. Josephine's gaze softens slightly, her lips settling into what she hopes to be a reassuring smile. "The Inquisition is to be a refuge for all who require it," she starts, before looking over the woman once more, taking in her posture, her fluster. "In any case, your family's money is not the only reason your presence here is appreciated." Perhaps if the worst case scenario were to be realised, Gwenaëlle would find herself in more modest accommodations, but as that is unlikely to settle the woman any, Josephine allows it to remain unsaid.

"I do thank you for your warning, however. With the notice you have given me, I will be able to ensure that your worries...should not come to pass."