Tears nearly spring to her eyes again at the sound of her name on the doctor's lips: who last called her Cirilla? It seems an age. Her grandmother, perhaps. Her mother. Lady Yennefer. It's a name she has not claimed for her own in a very long time.

After a day of shocks, one more in the form of being Bound to this time and place can hardly touch her; she feels utterly numb from exhausted reaction. "If the Hunt cannot reach me here," she says on a sigh, "this is the safest place for me to be. But I must go eventually; I have to find my friend. Lan Wangji is right: is there a way to undo this...spell?"