Fern drops her hands into Garahel's short, bristly fur and scratches him affectionately, but one gets the impression that her gentle touch to the dog is as much about reassuring herself as it is about giving him attention. She smiles a little at Inessa and nods. "That would be really nice, thanks," she replies, choosing to leave thoughts of the anchor and her future here at the Inquisition for another time, and follows after her towards the kitchen.