[ If it was anyone but Yennefer, she might have thought with some hope that one of the Fae had probably cursed her, scrambled her memory like she'd heard someone else complaining about in hushed voices around the village. But she can't imagine Yennefer of all people could actually be victim to such a spell, even from powerful magical creatures in a dream. Not even when that would be easier to swallow.
Several more heartbeats pass in silence. Ciri swallows, feeling suddenly small, like the little girl she'd been when she'd first laid eyes on the raven-haired sorceress in the temple -- and disliked her on sight, as she recalls. It would have been an amusing memory on another occasion.
Finally, she replies, with a lingering edge of sadness but with conviction. Whatever is happening, they can fix it. ]
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Several more heartbeats pass in silence. Ciri swallows, feeling suddenly small, like the little girl she'd been when she'd first laid eyes on the raven-haired sorceress in the temple -- and disliked her on sight, as she recalls. It would have been an amusing memory on another occasion.
Finally, she replies, with a lingering edge of sadness but with conviction. Whatever is happening, they can fix it. ]
It's Ciri.