Hah... [ Ciri laughs nervously, weakly. She can see Jaskier rubbing his face in her periphery, but has withdrawn again, perched on the edge of his bed with her bare heels propped on the bedframe and knees drawn up. Hearing him recite part of the prophecy makes her skin crawl, though it's not his fault. ]

I wish I could just make a bird and that would be that.

[ She hopes he can understand why she'd taken so long to tell him now. It's just... it's a lot. ]

When I first arrived here, I found my abilities had been suppressed. Just like everyone else's in the dungeons.

But when we came to Cadens, I could sense that my general connection to magic was untapped, but the power of my Elder Blood -- the part of it that can take us home, at least -- is still inaccessible to me. I don't know why or how. My only guess is the Singularity is somehow interfering with my abilities.

My hope is also that this means the Wild Hunt won't be able to track me anymore.

[ Because uh. yeah, did she mention that part? the fact that the legendary spectral riders used to scare children in stories and said to bring bad omens are not only real and not spectral at all, but they are literally chasing her across universes? Sorry. ]

If the Singularity means they can't find me, then perhaps there's a way to lose their tail for good.

And, someday, unlock my abilities so I can bring you, Geralt and Yennefer where -- and when -- you are supposed to be.