She takes his hand and staggers to her feet; the sword on the ground catches her eye, but the only expression which crosses her face is that of a connoisseur who has just seen a particularly beautiful example of their expertise. "They call me Ciri," she says, and grips his hand a little more warmly before letting go and settling her hands on her hips.
She can still feel Zirael's weight on her back; that's good. "You said this is a crossroad between worlds, didn't you? How can I leave?"
Even she knows she's in no shape to travel, least of all between worlds, but she must get to Velen. She must find Avallac'h.
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She takes his hand and staggers to her feet; the sword on the ground catches her eye, but the only expression which crosses her face is that of a connoisseur who has just seen a particularly beautiful example of their expertise. "They call me Ciri," she says, and grips his hand a little more warmly before letting go and settling her hands on her hips.
She can still feel Zirael's weight on her back; that's good. "You said this is a crossroad between worlds, didn't you? How can I leave?"
Even she knows she's in no shape to travel, least of all between worlds, but she must get to Velen. She must find Avallac'h.