"Quite true." Inessa sighs, shoulders sagging a bit. The usual stoic mask just isn't there; she doesn't have the energy to uphold it. There's no hiding the deep dark circles under her eyes, evidence of her valiant struggle to stay awake and not succumb to the horrible dreams she knows are awaiting her. It only works sometimes, thanks to Ciri's interference and Garahel being a dirty traitor.

"...I'm sorry you had to see that, all of it. I've lived with the memories of an abomination attack for some time. It's not anything I would wish upon anyone else, even my worst enemy." And that the abomination this time was a child makes it even worse. Knowing what he went through, that in the end there was no saving him, twists her stomach.