[ Ciri chokes out the words, trying to swallow the tears, responding both to his plea for her to stop crying and to get Geralt. She wants nothing so badly as to get him right now, but she cannot. She wishes she could grab hold of Jaskier and portal them both out of here immediately, at least get them back to the inn-- but she dare not.
So she buckles her belt in a shitty, makeshift sling around Jaskier's chest and shoulder to keep his torn arm steady, and when he tries to stagger up to his knees, she staggers upward too and hauls him up alongside her. ]
I took it off. [ She finally answers his question, distantly, voice flat now that the tears have been willed to a stop. ] It's hot.
[ He can't tell what's going on. That's a bad sign, but Ciri does her best to shove the panic toward the back of her head, turning her focus on what needs to be done next. She's done all she can for Jaskier here. ]
Come on, Jaskier. Stay with me. Move your legs. You can walk.
[ She bears most of his weight with his good arm across her shoulders, dragging him along if he can't make the steps, pulling them both toward the mules that shy and snort at her approach. ]
Easy... [ She might be talking to the animals, or to Jaskier, or to herself. Reassuring all of them, perhaps. ]
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[ Ciri chokes out the words, trying to swallow the tears, responding both to his plea for her to stop crying and to get Geralt. She wants nothing so badly as to get him right now, but she cannot. She wishes she could grab hold of Jaskier and portal them both out of here immediately, at least get them back to the inn-- but she dare not.
So she buckles her belt in a shitty, makeshift sling around Jaskier's chest and shoulder to keep his torn arm steady, and when he tries to stagger up to his knees, she staggers upward too and hauls him up alongside her. ]
I took it off. [ She finally answers his question, distantly, voice flat now that the tears have been willed to a stop. ] It's hot.
[ He can't tell what's going on. That's a bad sign, but Ciri does her best to shove the panic toward the back of her head, turning her focus on what needs to be done next. She's done all she can for Jaskier here. ]
Come on, Jaskier. Stay with me. Move your legs. You can walk.
[ She bears most of his weight with his good arm across her shoulders, dragging him along if he can't make the steps, pulling them both toward the mules that shy and snort at her approach. ]
Easy... [ She might be talking to the animals, or to Jaskier, or to herself. Reassuring all of them, perhaps. ]