Glancing downwards, Ciri smiles at the mabari before looking to Inessa. Right, they could do this. This is why they were here. There didn't have to be a Blight for them to try and save the world.

Carefully, she sets the vial in her belt pouch and returns to the cell to grab her sword. She holds it tightly in her hand to help control any shaking that might come out in her anger.

"Right, come on. Let's go meet up with the others and tell them what we've found." There's a pause as she flexes her fingers, frowning. "And maybe somewhere for me to wash my hands."