[ Ciri's mouth twists in an unpleasant grimace, making the faded-pink scar across her cheek pucker. She tosses ashen wisps of hair from her eyes, looking impatient and frustrated, but... she doesn't try to walk away.

It isn't Yennefer's fault. It just hurts more than it should, considering this is 'just' a dream.

And as it's just a dream, she can't contain herself. Even if it might be smart not to interfere with a dissonance in time in this way. Avallac'h had never mentioned anything like this. ]

Geralt asked you to help me. And you did.

Or... perhaps you will.

I think I've just somehow appeared here a few years too soon for you to understand.