Yeah? [ Ciri smiles, leaning forward on her elbow atop the table. ]
What can I say? I'm a likeable sort. [ Don't worry: this is said with full, wry self-awareness. ]
How old is she? Your Midadol.
[ If he wants to talk about her. If Cid declines to answer or changes the subject, Ciri won't press him. She understands it must be difficult to talk about someone he's surely missing every day. But she knows too that it might be a relief, to get the chance to talk to someone willing to hear about her. ]
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What can I say? I'm a likeable sort. [ Don't worry: this is said with full, wry self-awareness. ]
How old is she? Your Midadol.
[ If he wants to talk about her. If Cid declines to answer or changes the subject, Ciri won't press him. She understands it must be difficult to talk about someone he's surely missing every day. But she knows too that it might be a relief, to get the chance to talk to someone willing to hear about her. ]