[ As Geralt tells the story, Ciri's eyes move from his hands to his face, watching him. There is a note of fondness in his voice. How they must have bickered. It seems to be a happy memory.
She almost cracks a smile, imagining it. ]
I'm certain you looked very fashionable. [ She says this in a way that makes it clear she thinks he probably looked rather silly, in fact.
After a moment, she reaches down finally to grab a flattish stone of her own and start a little pile next to Geralt's. ]
If you were wearing his trousers, what was left for Jaskier?
[ Talking about him makes Ciri worry-- but she was already worried, and at least this way, the subject is lighter, if he's going to be on her mind anyway. ]
no subject
She almost cracks a smile, imagining it. ]
I'm certain you looked very fashionable. [ She says this in a way that makes it clear she thinks he probably looked rather silly, in fact.
After a moment, she reaches down finally to grab a flattish stone of her own and start a little pile next to Geralt's. ]
If you were wearing his trousers, what was left for Jaskier?
[ Talking about him makes Ciri worry-- but she was already worried, and at least this way, the subject is lighter, if he's going to be on her mind anyway. ]