[ She catches his hesitation, at odds with his immediate refusal.

Ciri steps closer, reaching out to brace his elbow when he struggles to get up along the wall. Lowers her voice, soft and urgent. ]

We'll go together.

Wherever we end up, it will be out of here. I know I can't guarantee where we land, but I'll try. With Viktor, I got close.

[ In the ocean. But near Aquila. (She'd been aiming for Cadens, but right now, the details don't seem particularly important.)

Ciri grips his arm, searches his face. ]

There's something in me they cannot stop, Geralt. I have to try.