[ Ciri is quiet, for the most part, letting them talk through their next steps. She agrees, so there's no need for more input than the occasional nod or grunt (and the look down, the grimace at her own prison rags). Another time, another place, she may have been excited. She would have looked around with curiosity, watching the people in the crowds, examining the city streets. Not now.
She keeps an eye on their surroundings out of caution and instinct only, taking no joy in it, following closely behind Geralt while Jaskier makes arrangements. First the clothes, then an inn. ]
We all do. [ Ciri agrees with Jaskier's assessment, brushing her hair out of her eyes anxiously as she looks around. ] Saw one a couple streets back. Didn't look expensive.
[ Some things tend to be the same even between worlds; the run-down little tavern she'd glimpsed down an alley certainly won't cost them as much as the homey-looking inns near the market. And they haven't got much coin to spare.
This time, she leads the way. Any protests from Jaskier are met with shrugs and shakes of her head, insistence that it's more important to save their money just in case. Jaskier's offer to get her her own room is even more poorly received: Absolutely not, she snaps, and that's that.
They're in luck. The place does offer lodgings, if only humble ones. There's only one bed, but it's upstairs, there's a window, and the door locks. Good enough.
Ciri goes immediately to the window, getting the lay of the street outside and the quickest way down.
Then, she sighs, turns, and slides down along the wall against her back to sit on the floor. Her head thumps audibly when she leans back. ]
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She keeps an eye on their surroundings out of caution and instinct only, taking no joy in it, following closely behind Geralt while Jaskier makes arrangements. First the clothes, then an inn. ]
We all do. [ Ciri agrees with Jaskier's assessment, brushing her hair out of her eyes anxiously as she looks around. ] Saw one a couple streets back. Didn't look expensive.
[ Some things tend to be the same even between worlds; the run-down little tavern she'd glimpsed down an alley certainly won't cost them as much as the homey-looking inns near the market. And they haven't got much coin to spare.
This time, she leads the way. Any protests from Jaskier are met with shrugs and shakes of her head, insistence that it's more important to save their money just in case. Jaskier's offer to get her her own room is even more poorly received: Absolutely not, she snaps, and that's that.
They're in luck. The place does offer lodgings, if only humble ones. There's only one bed, but it's upstairs, there's a window, and the door locks. Good enough.
Ciri goes immediately to the window, getting the lay of the street outside and the quickest way down.
Then, she sighs, turns, and slides down along the wall against her back to sit on the floor. Her head thumps audibly when she leans back. ]
...shit. Okay.
What now?