[ It takes her a few moments to realize what he means. Something prompts her to reach up again and touch the wound, possibly the sharp, throbbing pain and pressure under her skin as the growths push their way out. They are especially concentrated on her upper left arm, it seems, the wound inflamed and bleeding freely now-- and the silvery object glinting dully within, metal, about the size of a coin.
It dawns far too slowly what that precise location means, but Ciri gets there eventually. She hasn't caught up to Geralt's actual question yet, though.
She's first distracted by the realization, and then the sudden worry over what it means that whatever they've done to her is acting on the device. Wincing, Ciri turns her head and lifts her arm to see.
It's covered in thorny little tendrils. They twist around the metal, moving slowly beneath her skin. Are they getting inside the device too? Affecting it somehow? Trying to break it? ]
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[ It takes her a few moments to realize what he means. Something prompts her to reach up again and touch the wound, possibly the sharp, throbbing pain and pressure under her skin as the growths push their way out. They are especially concentrated on her upper left arm, it seems, the wound inflamed and bleeding freely now-- and the silvery object glinting dully within, metal, about the size of a coin.
It dawns far too slowly what that precise location means, but Ciri gets there eventually. She hasn't caught up to Geralt's actual question yet, though.
She's first distracted by the realization, and then the sudden worry over what it means that whatever they've done to her is acting on the device. Wincing, Ciri turns her head and lifts her arm to see.
It's covered in thorny little tendrils. They twist around the metal, moving slowly beneath her skin. Are they getting inside the device too? Affecting it somehow? Trying to break it? ]
Fuck.