[ Ciri doesn't move, except to bring her other arm over to rest her cheek upon, facedown in the crook of her elbow. She sighs, both audibly and visibly, shoulders slumping. ]

No.

I looked. This morning. But... she hasn't made her own piece of that other plane yet.

[ For a moment, Ciri hesitates, the way her voice wavers hanging onto the end of that sentence like she might say more. It takes a minute before she actually gets to it. She has to summon up the energy to lift her head back up, arms crossed on the table in front of her and eyebrows creased uncertainly. ]

When I couldn't find anywhere that seemed hers, I looked through the rooms in Kaer Morhen. In case she had one, like I do.

I found something. But I think it was left for you. It was, er... in your room.

Sorry for prying. Did you receive any other notes from her? I haven't been able to speak with her since that first time, so I have no idea--

[ Ciri pauses again, trying to gather her thoughts, growing increasingly slipperier in her head. She sniffs, and realizes with a bit of a shock that her eyes are watering. ]

I will not ask after your private matters, but if you've talked to her at all recently, please tell me.