[ It's dark, but there's enough moonlight (and glow from the burning village nearby, honestly) filtering through the branches that once her eyes are used to it, she can still gather enough dry branches to make a small fire. If it takes a bit, that's fine; it gives her time to think. ]
I was... gone?
[ The way he'd phrased it earlier, Ciri had been sure he would describe something a lot more certain. The unpleasant tension around her ribs loosens up a bit. Ciri takes a deeper breath, letting it out with relief. ]
So you just couldn't find me. But... you still might.
[ Ciri steps closer again, crouching to get the wood arranged for the fire.
There's still some level of uncertainty, mostly because this whole situation is even stranger than most of the other -- also very strange and unbelievable -- things she's seen and experienced in her life thus far. But there is still hope. Ciri tries to remember anything Geralt had told her about his own journey back then, but whether the details have been eroded by time or Geralt never shared them to that extent, it's impossible for her to know for sure what he'd done before he'd found her at Goldencheeks' home. She knows, however, that Geralt had thought she was dead then too.
Before destiny brought them together again, and he'd finally taken her home.
Ciri rocks back on her heels, arms wrapping around her knees to rest there for a moment while she turns her face up toward Geralt. The tension has eased from her brows and temples, and a hint of a smile tugs at her lips. ]
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I was... gone?
[ The way he'd phrased it earlier, Ciri had been sure he would describe something a lot more certain. The unpleasant tension around her ribs loosens up a bit. Ciri takes a deeper breath, letting it out with relief. ]
So you just couldn't find me. But... you still might.
[ Ciri steps closer again, crouching to get the wood arranged for the fire.
There's still some level of uncertainty, mostly because this whole situation is even stranger than most of the other -- also very strange and unbelievable -- things she's seen and experienced in her life thus far. But there is still hope. Ciri tries to remember anything Geralt had told her about his own journey back then, but whether the details have been eroded by time or Geralt never shared them to that extent, it's impossible for her to know for sure what he'd done before he'd found her at Goldencheeks' home. She knows, however, that Geralt had thought she was dead then too.
Before destiny brought them together again, and he'd finally taken her home.
Ciri rocks back on her heels, arms wrapping around her knees to rest there for a moment while she turns her face up toward Geralt. The tension has eased from her brows and temples, and a hint of a smile tugs at her lips. ]
You will. I know it.