[ Relief washes over her. As she follows the gesture of the person she'd been questioning, her eyes finally land on the Witcher's familiar form.
Ciri runs to him, reaching out as soon as she's close enough to take his hands. Immediately, she's checking for wounds, notices the bandage, searches his face.
The look in his eyes spears her with guilt for only a moment; it is cold and sharp, and suddenly she feels terrible, and yet it's only brief. She chases it away, and moves to embrace him. ]
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Ciri runs to him, reaching out as soon as she's close enough to take his hands. Immediately, she's checking for wounds, notices the bandage, searches his face.
The look in his eyes spears her with guilt for only a moment; it is cold and sharp, and suddenly she feels terrible, and yet it's only brief. She chases it away, and moves to embrace him. ]
Geralt!