The habit gets a wince of sympathy from Inessa, who can't imagine having horns to deal with on top of an entirely new world. She shakes her head at said gloominess, even as Garahel reaches up to gently paw at him and bump against him for comfort. "There's no need to apologize, not to me. I'm a mage and a Grey Warden; I know well what it is to be separated from the rest of society. For good or ill, it's not my lot in life and I know it. Some would say just being an elf does that as well, though I'm not certain I would.

Regardless, I hope you find purpose and comfort here, among the Inquisition. Everyone needs a path, even if -perhaps especially when- all else is unfamiliar." It's the only way she could keep going, at times. Focusing on issues greater than herself has managed to put things into perspective, reminded her not to despair. She has to stop herself from rambling, though, not wanting to override his own experience.