"Mm. I'm sure the monsters would take your plans into consideration if they knew."

Ciri holds her torch aside, allowing him some room, and some light. It burns with a sickly little flame, the damp wood smoking heavily, but with the stench and the darkness all around already, the impact of the light is significant and the scent no worse than the rest.

"You're Wilhelm's friend." It is an assumption, though a fairly informed one, having seen them interact and stick fairly close to one another throughout her time here. Another one from Thorne, probably. The Summoned who've been brought from there don't seem nearly as well equipped to survive, Ciri thinks. Perhaps uncharitably.