[ Relief floods her. Both of the people she cares most deeply about got out. Some of this may even overflow into Jack through their connection, an additional surge of warm energy. ]

Yeah, his daughter. Ciri. Good. Stick with them, they know how to survive in the wild. 'Specially in the mountains.[ She gently squeezes his hands. ] Can you tell me anythin' else? How many of y'all got out, who's with y'all? Or anythin' that we can use to help find y'all.

[ In her head, too many people are asking too many questions. Various handwritings etch all around them, but she focuses on him. ]