Fern eyes her with a small twist to her lips, as though trying to discern for herself whether the Circle has left Inessa with any lasting trauma. She looks well enough, and doesn't sound--what had her aunt called it? Tranquil?--but she certainly seems very poised and calm. Maybe that's the same thing--

--then her thoughts derail abruptly when Inessa draws her attention to that pendant, and her eyes grow wide with excitement again.

"You're a Grey Warden!" she exclaims, all bright smiles again, and in the manner of excitable teenagers, seems to have forgotten entirely the whole purpose behind her visit to the mess hall. Her lunch remains on the table behind her, cooling. "That's why I came to Kirkwall you know, to join! Well, that's why I was coming originally, anyway, until this happened--" She holds up her left hand and tugs her glove up just enough to reveal the glowing anchor making itself at home in her palm.