Inessa's just staring ahead at that particular cell, her normally stoic expression one of undisguised horror. Ciri's voice alone isn't enough, but the hand on her shoulder snaps the elven mage out of that shut-down mode, and she gazes back up. There's a valiant attempt to calm her voice, and though it might be enough to fool most others, there's a tightness in it that she probably can't hide from Ciri.

"I...I wouldn't look in that cell. The body's in no fit state to be seen. Andraste's pyre, it's pure desecration...."