"I wonder if there is a way to save someone once the conversion begins." It's a thought, but also a throw-away one. She has too much of her own business to burden herself with discovering a cure, but she did wonder if there was a point when it was inevitable. Or was it more like the Wardens that, once tainted, that was that?

Sabriel tries, at least, to not look too interested when Scipio is mentioned. Really, she tries too hard - her head whips sideways, her eyes light up, and any colour, even slight, is noticable on deathly white skin. The creeping smile, which she halts about half way, might also be another give away. She can tell Ellana probably knows from her own expression, and her response helps not at all. "I did hear about Valeska's Watch." Such restraint, not diving in to what she wants to know. "I doubt it will be the last time a place that is - for the moment - abandoned has to be emptied of darkspawn. Hopefully, this one will stay that way. And, I'm glad to see you are safe." And, well. She absently picks at her hands. "Scipio? Is he well?" Asking for a friend. Cough.