[ Ciri looks between them each in turn, startled at Jaskier's outburst. The tension in the air is thick enough to slice through like cold butter. She swallows, fists clenching at her sides, but doesn't say anything anymore. It's not her choice. It's not her dream, she's realized. However she got here, however they all got here, it's Geralt's right to push them out. Even if her eyes do linger on the boy, and the questions burn inside her.
They all have their pasts. Geralt doesn't owe anyone this. Not even her.
Finally, with effort, Ciri turns away. ]
Come, Jaskier. Yennefer knows what she's doing. We should listen to her.
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They all have their pasts. Geralt doesn't owe anyone this. Not even her.
Finally, with effort, Ciri turns away. ]
Come, Jaskier. Yennefer knows what she's doing. We should listen to her.