Garahel, closes his eyes and rumbles happily, soaking up such attention like a sponge. Inessa's smile lingers, always glad to see her mabari make new friends. That goes double when outside Ferelden, where his kind aren't nearly as loved or respected.

The trace of dread is noted, though Inessa refrains from directly asking. (Though honestly, with the way gossip circles around, there isn't much need for that. She'll hear of it, sooner or later.) "Yes, of course. This way." She stands to her full (unimpressive) height and leads them down the path, Garahel padding along agreeably."

"I don't recall seeing you in Orlais, or at Weisshaupt. Where have your duties taken you, if that's not prying overmuch?"