[ Her head pounds, the throbbing echoing from temples to fingertips, where she squeezes the device against her palm. It lingers in her wounds, each thud of her own heartbeat a betrayal, a fresh wave of that same, dull pain starting with the headache behind her eyes.
She hesitates too long. A shadow across her eyes, a flicker of doubt.
Nothing about the way Geralt is acting should make her think he isn't himself, but she's seen some of the others, heard the way they talk, the way they lurk around the newly-transformed shrines. They did something to everyone in there, that room with the tree-maw where the thorns first buried themselves under her skin. To her, yes, but to him also.
Ciri pushes out a breath between her teeth, and doesn't move her hand either. ]
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She hesitates too long. A shadow across her eyes, a flicker of doubt.
Nothing about the way Geralt is acting should make her think he isn't himself, but she's seen some of the others, heard the way they talk, the way they lurk around the newly-transformed shrines. They did something to everyone in there, that room with the tree-maw where the thorns first buried themselves under her skin. To her, yes, but to him also.
Ciri pushes out a breath between her teeth, and doesn't move her hand either. ]
I have to get us out of here.