That gentle bumping is enough to rouse Inessa out of her staring, and she leans in a little, rubbing at her eyes. Those eyelids are getting heavier, but she'll fight the urge as long as she can, just watch. Garahel wags his tail a little at Ciri but otherwise doesn't move from his spot.

"...I'm sorry." Her voice is a little rough from disuse, so she clears her throat. "I shouldn't have clung to the idea of a cure as long as I did. He...it...was past saving."