At that glance to him, Garahel repeats the whine and wags his tail hopefully. Please don't hurt yourself, new elven friend. (Also, pet him.) Inessa smiles and strokes Garahel's head to calm him down or at least make the attempt.

"By his numerous cues, of course...and the fact that he's been just as much of a mother hen at me. Mabari can be quite eloquent, and they can understand us in return." She raises an eyebrow that that impromptu ladder. "I've put in a request for step-ladders, by the way. Their absence is noted, trust me; a Circle library should be better equipped." Her wry smile is brief but sympathetic. How dare books out of their reach? The sheer nonsense of that must be corrected.