Reaching into her travel bag, Inessa searches until she find an empty vial. She always keeps a few on hand, just in case they collect herbs on the way or somesuch. Forcing herself to focus and not retreat from the cell despite every instinct in her wanting to do just that, she pauses at the entrance and holds the vial out.

"Here." She offers it, eyes widening when she catches sight of the red lyrium shard. "...Maker, please tell me it's not what I think it is." Of course it is, because it's that sort of day.