For the best that this wasn't mass replicated? Hard to believe such a useful thing would not be all the better for more availability, but she has the wisdom to acknowledge that if anyone were to know one way or the other, it would be the creator. There could be something in the formula that could be utilized in a way far beyond the original intention.

It makes her a little more curious. Not too unlike her own potions, that could call fire or ice -- but let the matter rest, for now.

"I am Beleth Lavellan." It's the first time in a long time she's introduced herself without 'Inquisitor' at the beginning. But the title had been cast aside, and it means little here. She had best get used to it. The handclasp is accepted with a warm smile and nod. "Andaran atish’an, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I may take you up on the offer, once we have settled in. Your workshop sounds like a true marvel." She thinks, vaguely, of Dagna, and notes to herself to bring something to protect her eyes when she goes.