"What a time for introductions," she mutters, letting out a huff that might've been a dry laugh or just a sigh.

With the torch in hand, she reaches over to hold the flame to Kell's dead fire, waiting patiently for it to spark to life. It takes a minute with the less than great conditions, but it should hold.

"Ciri," she responds after a beat.

"You came from Thorne." It's not really a question, just an assumption.