[ yennefer just catches the faint quirk in ciri's expression, and she tilts her head curiously to watch it. wondering what it was that she might find so funny. the wolf? her? yennefer's eyes go to the wolf who simply looks back at her, unexpectant and consistent.

when ciri speaks again, when she laughs, yennefer can't help but feel that similar tug of a smile at her own mouth. it's equal parts because something about the sound of it coming from ciri fill her with a sort of easy lightness, but also because ciri says not that you need protecting in the sam way julian had said great and powerful, and yennefer finds she likes the sound of them both.

except that there is a feeling, somewhere in this, that ciri can't bring herself to look at her. the uncertainty that coils around that thought has yennefer's features shifting again, but this time solidifying into something ciri might recognize a little more. ]

As my guide, perhaps? [ there's something a bit more playful in yennefer's smile, as she says that. she takes a moment to reach down to straighten at her clothes, the dress she doesn't remember owning, but feels right to be in. ] That would be helpful, if you wouldn't mind. I have a feeling we were on our way there, but I don't quite know how quickly we'd make the trip.