Not here. You are alive, Ciri. I saw it. You live.
There is only so much any person can undergo in one day without being overwhelmed, and Ciri is exhausted, hurt, traumatized, lonely, afraid. She has been hunted for months. Years. She has not felt safe in longer than she can remember.
She clutches the doctor's hands mindlessly, pushes her face into Kim Ford's shoulder, and weeps.
Not here. A place outside Time and Space. Geralt...
After the initial storm has passed, she raises her head and looks to Lan Wangji, her face tearstained but her eyes clear. He had leapt to protect her without even knowing what he might face; she has no idea how to thank him for it. She settles for offering him a watery smile, and turning back to Kim, releasing her hand so she can drag a sleeve across her nose.
"What did you See?" she asks. "Did you See Avallac'h, my friend?"
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There is only so much any person can undergo in one day without being overwhelmed, and Ciri is exhausted, hurt, traumatized, lonely, afraid. She has been hunted for months. Years. She has not felt safe in longer than she can remember.
She clutches the doctor's hands mindlessly, pushes her face into Kim Ford's shoulder, and weeps.
Not here. A place outside Time and Space. Geralt...
After the initial storm has passed, she raises her head and looks to Lan Wangji, her face tearstained but her eyes clear. He had leapt to protect her without even knowing what he might face; she has no idea how to thank him for it. She settles for offering him a watery smile, and turning back to Kim, releasing her hand so she can drag a sleeve across her nose.
"What did you See?" she asks. "Did you See Avallac'h, my friend?"