That squeeze is met with a returning one, though Inessa barely has any strength these days, even compared to when she was in the peak of health. She glances at the guards out of the corner of her vision, glad to see that they haven't taken an interest so far. "Does Denerim still stand? Or Orzammar? I know, it's a matter of time, but...."

...well. While they still exist, it's a faint comfort. She rubs her temple with her free hand, sighing. "...I'm slipping, Ciri. I keep trying to hold onto myself, but...the red, it's getting stronger."