Ciri lapses into silence as the doctor works, taking a step back from herself.
Not fully. Not like when...not like then. Bonhart. She doesn't totally dissociate, just allows her brain to gently float to a pause as she listens to Lan Wangji's question.
She seems to be a Seer, at the very least. Maybe not a full sorceress, since she is using mundane methods to clean, stitch, and bind Ciri's wound, but there is something of the magical about her for certain. It may be Elven blood, or it may be something else – but something in the other woman's clear gray eyes, deft hands, and kind smile remind her of Triss Merigold, and the months they spent together at Kaer Morhen.
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Not fully. Not like when...not like then. Bonhart. She doesn't totally dissociate, just allows her brain to gently float to a pause as she listens to Lan Wangji's question.
She seems to be a Seer, at the very least. Maybe not a full sorceress, since she is using mundane methods to clean, stitch, and bind Ciri's wound, but there is something of the magical about her for certain. It may be Elven blood, or it may be something else – but something in the other woman's clear gray eyes, deft hands, and kind smile remind her of Triss Merigold, and the months they spent together at Kaer Morhen.