The woman Lan Wangji brought her to looks only a few years older than Ciri herself, but that isn't why a slight, nostalgic smile touches her lips.

The woman's hair is pure white. And Ciri only knows one other person with that particular defining characteristic.

It isn't enough of a foundation to build an immediate connection, but it certainly helps. "My name is Ciri," she says, moving forward. Though she holds herself straight, she's favoring her left side, and her shirt there is torn and splattered with blood. "Lan Wangji said...you could help me."