[Accompanied by the sounds of Garahel's enthusiastic breakfasting, Inessa straightens and nods, her smile relaxing.]

You're welcome. You give so much of yourself away, as do all Wardens, and for little if any acknowledgment. It's accepted and understood, but even so...I would see that a little reaches your way. Garahel agrees, he approved the ice sculpture.

[Looking up from his mostly-inhaled meal, the mabari barks in agreement, tail wagging.]

Do you have any plans?