"Bigger rocks definitely help, but that you acted instead of froze still says much. These must be overwhelming circumstances, and not all have reacted quite as well." Fortunately, Solas seems to be predicting most of the rifters' arrivals, so instant death for them tends not to happen.

The scar is indeed notable, though having one of her own, she refuses to stare and make him feel self-conscious about it. That question gets a soft laugh and a nod, as she gestures for Garahel head down first before they follow. He loves to take point. "You have no elves in your lands? We seem to exist in several beyond Thedas, but they are not as ubiquitous as humans. It is the same of dwarves, and...I have yet to hear of qunari from elsewhere, yet. It will be interesting to discover if that ever changes.

But yes, we can escort you to the nearest Inquisition camp. You're quite deserving of a fire and wine, after all you've been through." And realizing he knows her dog's name but not her own-- "I am Warden Inessa Serra...though just Inessa is fine."