[ Despite the neutrality of Ciri's answer has Hilda curling her fingers around her hand, stilling them. The crystals could wait. Or at least, they could wait a little longer on the off-chance that this somehow prompted the shadowy birds to get any ideas.
It's too late though. The sound from above is a distinct voice despite the distorted quality of it and Hilda's gaze immediately goes to the bird out of instinct.
This time it's her turn to look back curiously at Ciri. The woman hadn't said "Ciri", but there's only the two of them here and it's definitely no voice that Hilda recognizes. ]
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It's too late though. The sound from above is a distinct voice despite the distorted quality of it and Hilda's gaze immediately goes to the bird out of instinct.
This time it's her turn to look back curiously at Ciri. The woman hadn't said "Ciri", but there's only the two of them here and it's definitely no voice that Hilda recognizes. ]
...Princess?