A look of mild surprise, then a warmer smile. "My Inquisition," she repeats, ducking her head slightly, self-conscious. "I'm not certain it belongs to me, nor I to it. But it's nice to hear you'll be joining the efforts." Glancing into her basket, she rummages for a moment before removing a small packet of tea, which she offers out to him.
"I take care of the gardens, and provide herbs and assistance to the healers. If you've got an infection or have just had too much to drink, you can come find me before you bother yourself about magic." Her smile broadens. Of course, Sina herself is a mage, but she grew up Dalish in the Free Marches. You don't just tell people you're a mage.