Ioane laughs, loud and deep. "You did know him!" That was Bede, right down to it. Ioane would fight her way out of trouble, and Bede would wink and pout. Maker, but she misses him.

"If I'd known you knew him, I'd've never given you such a hard time." Not strictly true, but whatever. "With all the mages in the Inquisition, I was hoping- but- well, must be fate."

She's babbling, a little, but the grin explains why. It's such a nice feeling, to find some little part of her brother that hasn't been completely wiped away. She'll keep an eye on this one, she decides. Make sure he gets good in the Inquisition, if he isn't already.