Garahel whines softly at Ciri, obviously not happy with this plan. Whatever was in there, it was enough to turn away even a war hound. Inessa tries to soothe him, stroking his head. She nods with a defeated sigh, wishing she had taken a little more time so that Ciri wouldn't have to see it for herself. But she can't bring herself to move one more step forward, so there's little option.

"...alright. I hope you find a pattern, something to make this viewing worthwhile."