[Favrielle nods immediately, unable to help but continue to study Inara's face. She gives a quick, bitter sort of smile.]

You do. You have the look of my people, honestly. You could pass for someone from one of our noble families, but for your eye color. Certainly a Servant of Naamah--

[She breaks off abruptly, and gives a smile. There are not many who would appreciate being compared to that, even if it is a compliment in her world.]

But no matter.