[ The food is well-timed. Ciri reaches for it, out of necessity more than anything else, and before the server can leave, curtly requests more ale. ]
It was an accident.
[ She says suddenly, a few very slow bites in, after the fresh round of ale has come and she's had enough of it to make her head feel a little more cottony, her thoughts more manageable, easier to slip through instead of getting stuck like barbs in her brain.
She's not sure why she says it. If she thinks Sam doesn't believe her. Or that Jaskier will blame her, when he's properly awake and understands how badly he was hurt. Maybe it's more to convince herself than anyone else. ]
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It was an accident.
[ She says suddenly, a few very slow bites in, after the fresh round of ale has come and she's had enough of it to make her head feel a little more cottony, her thoughts more manageable, easier to slip through instead of getting stuck like barbs in her brain.
She's not sure why she says it. If she thinks Sam doesn't believe her. Or that Jaskier will blame her, when he's properly awake and understands how badly he was hurt. Maybe it's more to convince herself than anyone else. ]