[ It's awkward. Everything feels... stilted, a little out of place. Especially her relationships with people outside her immediate family -- besides Jaskier's manic depression-baking, at least she knows how to talk to the two of them, and Geralt remains doggedly the same as he ever is.
She's not sure what remains the same and what is different between herself and Hilda.
Somehow, she still manages to be surprised that Hilda somehow remembered her birthday, of all things. When she tried to protest that it's long passed and there's no reason to do anything, Hilda had roundly told her that didn't matter in the slightest, after which Ciri really had no recourse but to accept the invitation. And then fret about it up until the moment Hilda knocks on the door.
Nudging Mog away from the door with the toe of her boot, Ciri peeks through the crack first, as if she might have been mistaken about the visitor. No such luck. She opens it wider to let herself out. ]
You always dress up. I had to make an effort, at least.
[ The heat just keeps climbing, so Ciri's outfit is loose and airy, since Hilda mentioned they'd be outdoors. ]
When are you going to tell me where we're going?
[ Since Hilda has apparently decided they don't need to talk about what happened, Ciri will play along. She can pretend to act normally too. Maybe it'll even get easier. ]
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She's not sure what remains the same and what is different between herself and Hilda.
Somehow, she still manages to be surprised that Hilda somehow remembered her birthday, of all things. When she tried to protest that it's long passed and there's no reason to do anything, Hilda had roundly told her that didn't matter in the slightest, after which Ciri really had no recourse but to accept the invitation. And then fret about it up until the moment Hilda knocks on the door.
Nudging Mog away from the door with the toe of her boot, Ciri peeks through the crack first, as if she might have been mistaken about the visitor. No such luck. She opens it wider to let herself out. ]
You always dress up. I had to make an effort, at least.
[ The heat just keeps climbing, so Ciri's outfit is loose and airy, since Hilda mentioned they'd be outdoors. ]
When are you going to tell me where we're going?
[ Since Hilda has apparently decided they don't need to talk about what happened, Ciri will play along. She can pretend to act normally too. Maybe it'll even get easier. ]