Imenry nodded towards Hilda and then cleared her throat, offering a strained smile at the question. "There wasn't too much for us to handle. Some darkspawn. A few... uhm... ghouls in the farmhouse. We burnt it all." The thought of the ghouls, especially that little girl, made her uneasy. But Hilda knew of darkspawn. She probably knew all about ghouls and other horrible things that happened to people when they were infected by the poisonous blood.
Forcing the terrible images and thoughts from her mind she looked towards Brennan and back towards Hilda. "Hilda, this is Brennan Wulfe. We grew up together." She'd already formed a bond with the tall Anderfeln woman because they came from such similar places. Perhaps it was the mere fact of growing up in a similar harsh environment. They understood the struggles simply to live, and thus were less likely to be bothered by the smaller things. Level heads under fire.
"And just a skirmish?" she wondered, glancing around. "Did the townspeople lose anyone?" It did not even occur to her that someone from their party may have. They'd all had enough ability to face such a small attack, of course. Time would tell if the darkspawn would strike again. And what news Imenry would have to bring Cormac of his former home.
She looked towards Brennan, wondering how he'd come here. Where he'd been. What he'd been doing with his life since she'd last seen him. Had he been hurt? Had he been in trouble. All these things and a dozen more whirled through her mind. Instead she nodded in agreement with him. It was a very happy chance to meet again, even in the wake of all this battle and destruction and... ghouls. "I'm glad you stopped to help, Brenn. Otherwise I might have missed you by mere hours."