[ As she shoves herself to her feet, Ciri barely feels the pain that was nearly squeezing out her vision just minutes ago. Her heart still pounds in her head, but it is with excitement now, a rush so sudden and staggering, it leaves her lightheaded. (Or maybe that's just from standing up too fast, and still being injured despite the suspicious dulling of actual feeling for the moment.)

There's something almost manic in her eyes. Watery and red-rimmed from lack of sleep and not enough water, but shining bright. ]

I haven't tried because I didn't want to leave you behind. Because I know someone is looking for us, and I had that.

[ The tracker. Which can be left here, given to someone else. Things had been unpleasant but relatively stable until now; there are a lot of people, not a lot of resources, but she was never particularly worried about the people or the beasts in the pit or their ability to survive while there's at least some water and some meat to catch. They could have waited.

Until those robed fuckers started taking people. Doing things to them. And now the shrines are all alight, and something's changed. The situation has grown more dire, certainly, and she can't tell by how many degrees. ]

It's different now.