She'd say something smart but it wouldn't do anything. Her voice, like her shadow, was suppressed the way all of her was. The power isn't perfect, but trying to notice her really is a matter of having the right angles as much as brute force.

But knowing she's there helps.

Now, she should stay by the horses. She definitely should, it's dangerous and scary and she should stay by the horse until Geralt comes back. If he comes back. She doesn't like the feel of that thought. For starters she's fucked if he dies, but also now she's just got to wait here and hope he comes back.

She has his horse, he'll come back for his horse. If he comes back. It'd help if she knew what the fuck he reacted to. She crouches down to look at the ground he followed. It looks like ground. The air smells like sand and sun, lacking the salt of sea or anything fun.

This is boring as fuck and terrifying and she's kinda hating all of it. Of course, the sound of something in the distance, in the direction he traveled makes her less bored, more scared, and more hateful. Her best guess? Geralt found whatever it was he was sensing.

Stay by the horses. She takes a few more steps down the path Geralt lead, she's still by the horses enough, but she'd like to know what the fuck is happening.