Garahel rumbles contentedly at the scratching, nuzzling Prompto in response. Inessa sits on a piece of driftwood, brushing the sand off her boots. "Quite possibly, along with the others. The thought of it spreading already keeps me up at night. I can see those fears are well-founded."

She sighs and rubs the back of her neck. "At least we know the Cleansing runes work as exceptionally against them as they do the Red Templars. I'll press to have more made and distributed."