Ciri doesn't know the red-haired man. But she knows he's been sticking close to Wilhelm, watching out for him. She's seen him foraging for plants, offering some knowledge of what their properties are and giving advice on those that may be helpful or harmful.

She doesn't care if he's giving off the same sour attitude most of the people here have by now, or worse. He hasn't bothered her or the little camp she shares with Geralt, Nero and Steve Harrington.

So when she sees him slumped over, apparently asleep near a long-dead little fire in the night, and the vines beginning to crawl up around his chest and throat, Ciri decides she may as well lend a hand.

She grabs a sturdy stick from her own fire and brings it with her, crouching near the sleeping man and the roots that bind him and finding one that looks thick and mean to hold the fire to.