[ To Jaskier's credit, he looks a lot more shocked and... upset? than Ciri had expected, even after hinting at something like that. Even when the hinting was more obviously dropping an unbelievable fact than a hint.

...oops.

Well. It's not like she can do much about it. Despite what he says, she knows in her bones that this is a dream. Not 'only' a dream, perhaps, but still something to wake up from. She can only hope he forgets. In the meantime, she sees she can't just walk away from this now. ]

Ciri. [ she repeats, firm but not harsh. ] Just Ciri is fine.

And yes. I am. I... was, rather.

[ A pause, watching the gamut of expressions having crossed his face in the last few seconds. ]

Come, no need to keep standing around in the middle of the street. I passed a tavern just over that way. You look like you could use a drink. And a chair.

[ With what money?? Who knows. It's a dream, isn't it? ]