[ Ah, so that is why he's shocked. Less about her, more about Geralt. Weirdly, something about that warms her chest with a funny feelings, a sort of pleased smugness tinged with relief. Jaskier accepts it. Her.

Ciri wipes her mouth on the back of her hand to get rid of any lingering sugar or crumbs, and then for good measure also wipes her hand on her trousers. She nods. ]

I'm sure you'll have them lining up for your performances in no time.

But I'll help, where I can. There must be folks looking for an extra hand or two around here somewhere.