Inessa has just returned to the Gallows, after an hour or two spent outside it just to take a break from surroundings. She's about to suggest spoiling Garahel with some treats from the kitchen, when her mabari makes a turn, heading down the pier. Brow burrowing, she follows him, uncertain what this is about until the mabari sits down by the young elven woman she'd spoken to before, huffing and pressing his face against her leg.

Her own tread is quieter, lighter, and she remains standing a couple of paces away. Uncertain if their presence is welcome, Inessa tries to give her personal space that Garahel obviously doesn't think is necessary.

"...Fern?"