Inessa frowns upon seeing those gashes, instantly more concerned with them than the topic at hand. Almost automatically, she begins casting, summoning a healing blue light to envelop Thingol. Depending on the depth of those gashes, she might not heal them entirely, but as they are relatively new, she has hope. Only after casting the spell does she relax again.

"...demons are capable of many things, but what they never have are those shards. For whatever reason, only the non-demonic bear them. I have done my best to make that clear to all I meet.

As for what is near Skyhold, most of it is snow and mountain terrain, but there is a valley below. The Grey Wardens and many of the refugees dwell there, for instance. The accommodations will not be as bountiful as within the fortress itself, but the campgrounds are still within the Inquisition's protection."

Inessa nods over to the Inquisition soldiers; they'll be ready to go before long, but she can see the need to clean weapons properly before doing so. "A fine blade. We have time enough for its care. And the camp fare will be simple, but I believe that can be arranged. Just don't overfeed him, if you would. I still need him in fighting shape."