The large, warm snout that presses against her leg is possibly the most welcome visitor Fern's had all day. Wordlessly, she wraps her arms around Garahel's broad neck and shoulders and tucks her face against his neck, more grateful than words can possibly express for his solid, faithful presence.

"...Fern?"

Of course if Garahel is nearby, that means Inessa has to be, too. Sniffing, she looks up at her new friend wordlessly, chewing on her lower lip, and can't seem to find the words to offer her a response.