At some point while everyone else is distracted with drinking or resting at the inn, Inessa heads over to whatever corner Myr has placed himself. Garahel reaches him first, resting his large head on the elf's lap and wagging his tail. There's as much warmth as weariness in his mistress' voice as she sits down on the other side of him, mindful of personal space.

"You two made a good team, today."