She blinks. Not one of her slow, feline blinks of pleasure, but a quick flutter of lashes in surprise. Then she smiles. It's not a full grin, but she rarely does those. This smile is more a suggestion, hard to capture in stillness but visible if one watches the way her mouth moves, dimples at the corners even as her pale, mostly-green eyes lighten.

"Ser Blackwall, are you suggesting I get a puppy?"

Ginevra is delighted. A puppy. She's never had a dog before, never wanted to push her Circle's allowances to that extent. She'd only lavished affection on her family's when she went to visit. They are, she feels, such good animals. Animals who wouldn't care about Andraste's marking of her. Which probably is a blasphemous sentiment, but one she feels that Andraste would understand, what with her own loyal mabari.

"I... I suppose it would be unfair to the animal, with the amount I have to travel putting out fires. But it's a sweet thought."