Hearing this, Inessa's eyes harden a touch, taking care not to show other signs of displeasure and thus draw attention, but it's difficult. She darts a glance to Ciri, one that reminds both of them to keep calm...at least until their cover is blown or no longer needed. Though with the First Warden right there, saying such vile things...it's sorely tempting.

Garahel, catching up to them, gives each a gentle bump to snap them back to themselves. He doesn't want them picking a fight they can't win.