I am sorry, Jaskier. Really. Just... give me some time. Please. I will explain.

[ Time may or may not actually help, but at the very least, perhaps it will give her the chance to acclimate to her new surroundings first and feel even the slightest bit better prepared to tackle the conversation they must have. It isn't that she thinks Jaskier will betray her or that he would react in a way that would hurt any of them intentionally-- but between Geralt's silent understanding and Yennefer's determination to figure it out, she's not sure how Jaskier will take it. He will probably ask the most questions. He would be right to, in all honesty. She simply doesn't have the answers.

For now, Ciri hopes that this understanding is enough. ]

Yes, really. [ A sword. Really.

Jaskier's question elicits a wince she can't quite hide in time, an unpleasant and unhappy expression she quickly pushes past. Instead, Ciri takes a breath. Gathers herself into calm once again, and steadily replies: ]

I use it to kill monsters. And, hopefully, earn coin.

[ In other words -- the same thing Geralt does. ]