"If I minded, I would not have offered. There's nothing to apologize for, Anders." Inessa can well-understand the need for productivity to keep dark thoughts at bay, though her need has never been as dire as Anders' own. If weeding the garden is what's needed, then that's what she'll do. Promptly getting down to her knees, Inessa will begin on those closest to her though she'll take direction if he needs her efforts on something else.

"Behave, Garahel." He's much bigger, it's his responsibility to play nice. Which he does, either when plopping down to provide Purrelden with a mountain to climb or gently booping her tail to make her turn around.

Listening to Anders, Inessa nods grimly at his assessment. It seems accurate enough to her, and she can't accuse him of complaining when she brought it up herself, anyway. "History we cannot change, but the Veil...I hope it's a surmountable challenge. At the very least, it needs to be more stable before apprentices and those more tightly attuned to the Fade join us. I almost wish I had one of those shards, so I could directly aid." Almost. She's too cautious to appreciate that power when the long-term effects are still unknown.