Garahel barks in protest. He will so remember, just watch! When the hand is held out, he drops the ball and wiggles with excitement until it's thrown. Then he's a large blur, dashing off to retrieve it.

Glad to see Garahel appeased but also grateful for a moment to satisfy her own curiosity, Inessa nods. "Every spirit has a purpose; what exactly is yours? Have the rifts not affected you? I was told that spirits were driven mad, being forced over, but they were without bodies. Does yours protect you?"