Having helped herself to some spiced hot cider and a lamb flank for Garahel, Inessa heads over to join Anders. he mabari has been painstakingly bathed, much to his displeasure, at the side of his mistress who for once isn't wearing the typical Grey Warden armor but simple mage robes of deep blue with only the signet ring as a reminder of her allegiance. She flashers Anders a warm smile, not minding when Purrelden comes over. As the owner of a mabari, Inessa's not fazed by bottomless pits.

"Hello, you two. I'm not sharing my cider, but you can have some of the lamb. Garahel will survive, trust me." As she offers a portion to the cat, the mabari huffs, waiting impatiently to devour the rest. "Is now a good time for presents? You were bombarded earlier, and then I didn't want to interrupt your dancing."