Inessa nods and moves further off, looking away every time evidence of the dragon's meal is passed, in favor of snuffing those flames that might spread. Once the field is practically covered in ice, she'll head back in their direction, stifling a sigh. Her hair is going to carry the scent of smoke and roasted ram until she has a chance to wash it out.

"I've done what I can, it shouldn't spread from here. But that doesn't mean that there isn't danger from the trail it's left us. We should move onward, unless you've found something...?"