Garahel is a big, friendly, muscular mountain who doesn't mind the in-your-face curiosity of the fennec in the slightest. Inessa chuckles, watching him. "He's used to foxes, you see. Some much bolder." Maybe less mannered, though she'd never incur Lux's wrath by saying so. "I hope he's faring well in our new surroundings. City life can be an adjustment."

Not just for the fennec, either. Inessa remembers just enough for it not to be completely alien to her, but an Avvar woman likely has no such context. It's worth noting, so that her and others in her position don't fall through the cracks.