[ She doesn't know what she's doing. Some sort of atrocious, breathlessly wet noises are hiccupping out of her throat, and there are tears, but she's also relieved in a weird way and angry with him for being so stupid and not even thinking about it before offering his help again and sad that she hurt him and helplessly grateful and happy that he doesn't hate or fear her even though he'd have every right.
When Jaskier scoots forward to hug her, Ciri leans sideways into him. She's reassured to feel how hard he can squeeze her despite his injury. She doesn't move to pull away. ]
...thank you.
I'm glad you're here.
[ It's a selfish thing to say. None of them should be here, and she shouldn't be glad he's where he shouldn't be, but she is, and she won't take it back. ]
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When Jaskier scoots forward to hug her, Ciri leans sideways into him. She's reassured to feel how hard he can squeeze her despite his injury. She doesn't move to pull away. ]
...thank you.
I'm glad you're here.
[ It's a selfish thing to say. None of them should be here, and she shouldn't be glad he's where he shouldn't be, but she is, and she won't take it back. ]