She smiled at the girl's statement; comparing the paint to armor, which was often how Imenry thought of it herself. Most especially because she wore no armor herself, and because it was something she could easily take with her from her past, from home.
She glanced down at the tin, which the young woman was eying. It still had some paint left in it and Imenry beckoned her to join her where she was sitting on the stone steps. She added a little more water to the paint and swirled it around.
"Here, would you like some?" She smiled. "You don't have to do anything in particular, just whatever makes you feel ready. Perhaps you'll start a new tradition of face paint among the Grey Wardens," she suggested. "By the way, I'm Imenry. I don't believe I know your name."
The introduction was friendly, and though Imenry had seen the girl around, had seen her leave the chambers after the joining with the others and thus knew she was a Grey Warden, she didn't know much more about her. She didn't think the girl was going to be part of the group she was traveling with to Redcliffe, but at the moment she couldn't be certain. She wasn't sure who actually would be with her, aside from Signy, and the thought made her a little edgy.