"So, memories serve as an anchor. That makes sense, I suppose. That sometimes helps us mortals from losing our way as well, you know." Other times, it just makes everything worse, but Inessa's not one of those people and she doesn't want to speak for them.

As she watches Garahel approach, Inessa glances back, caught between curiosity and self-consciousness. Though polite to all unless there's a reason not to be, she isn't exactly the short to let others peel back the layers without getting to know them first. The sudden notion that Cole might have done it anyway is a rather unsettling one. "...how much do you know, exactly? Can you stop yourself from knowing, or does it happen regardless?"