There's a slight easing of tension in her shoulders as he doesn't pursue details; Inessa would rather not mar Anders' party with such dark memories anyway, only wanting to state bald facts. She's never lied about why she has joined the Grey Wardens and won't start now, but the rest can wait for a better time. Or until she knows him better, but so far her impression is that he will react well. Time will tell if that impression is correct.

Garahel responds to the scratching with happy rumbling and closed eyes. Inessa's lips twitch. "If he becomes a furry puddle on the floor, then I hope you're prepared to carry him back for me. I can't possibly do it myself.

And...I like to think I am. My main talent is ice, but I know a little healing and other schools of magic to round myself out. Any mage worth being named such is always perfecting their skills."