[ One thing this thing isn't is tight-lipped. Good. Maybe she can use this.
She listens, and the laughter makes her skin crawl. Ciri only knows the vaguest details; naturally, no one had wanted to talk about it too much, and she hadn't wanted to press Jo. Something had happened. Dean had never returned. Presumed dead. She hadn't been happy to hear the news, but with nothing else to do, she had simply moved on. The same way she did when she finally returned home after weeks in that pit, only to find Rinwell vanished again. The same way she did when others around her disappeared or died. Of course, she'd been sad-- and that was that, for the moment.
This is so much worse.
She asks another question. Quiet, resigned. ]
What are you?
[ She wants to know what to call the creature wearing her friend's face.
And to tell Geralt how to kill it, when he comes. ]
no subject
She listens, and the laughter makes her skin crawl. Ciri only knows the vaguest details; naturally, no one had wanted to talk about it too much, and she hadn't wanted to press Jo. Something had happened. Dean had never returned. Presumed dead. She hadn't been happy to hear the news, but with nothing else to do, she had simply moved on. The same way she did when she finally returned home after weeks in that pit, only to find Rinwell vanished again. The same way she did when others around her disappeared or died. Of course, she'd been sad-- and that was that, for the moment.
This is so much worse.
She asks another question. Quiet, resigned. ]
What are you?
[ She wants to know what to call the creature wearing her friend's face.
And to tell Geralt how to kill it, when he comes. ]