Inessa doesn't seem to mind the inspection, having nothing to hide. Reaching over with a foot to rub Garahel's belly, she raises her eyebrows at Fern's announcement. New recruits aren't something that Inessa would have thought to be feasible by thyis point, especially outside a Blight. Then again, it sounds like the girl has a mindset very similar to her own, when she sought to join. "You did? Well, that will get the senior Warden's attention. I'm rather low on the seniority scale, myself."

Her gaze is drawn to that glow, of course, and her expression is sympathetic when she looks up once more. "It's not an uncommon sight around here. We have many shardbearers among us, native and rifter alike. How recent is it? Does it still pain you?"