Inessa doesn't have the mental strength for a conversation for some time after the brutal end of their mission. Her panic attack has left her spent, going along with the rest as though in a trance. What is there to say about what the child had suffered, what they had all seen? It will haunt her to her dying day, and Inessa is sure she's not the only one.

When they reach a tavern, she's regained enough sense of self to realize that some things need to be said, however. With a greatly subdued Garahel at her side, the young Warden slips into a seat by Herian. Her voice is calm though slightly rough after dry heaving and then disuse. "...you were right. I knew you were right, and I still wanted to believe he could be saved. I didn't want to...." ...see a child die. It was an abomination, beyond saving at that point, and yet her stomach still twists at the though of what they all had to do.