Harrow stifles a smile; the action is so familiar to her.

"She takes offense at the idea that she would allow herself to outlive me," Harrowhark says.

"I do not dislike you, Ciri. In truth, you mean nothing to me. If I could avert your prophecy by killing you, I certainly would. But you are not my enemy for having information I do not."

"I am simply in no mood to pretend to be nice. I am not."