[ She returns after a few minutes with a large bowl of hot water containing a bar of soap, as well as an armful of fresh, clean washcloths and towels. Geralt's empty soup dish gets an approving look before Ciri grabs it off the side table, moving things around in a complicated balancing act until she's gathered up everything that needs to be brought back to the kitchen and left the new supplies she's brought with the obvious intent of helping Geralt freshen up.
Again, she ducks out, more briefly this time, and comes back with a new glass of water for him for good measure. ]
Your punishment for making me worry. Sit up.
[ Considering how many bandages there are around his torso and the spots of blood, now dried, that had seeped through them in places, Ciri can tell he's probably not keen to drag himself into a proper bath yet. But she knows also that just cleaning up and feeling fresher can bolster a heart and make one feel less like vaguely sentient shit in situations like these.
She smiles, sitting with him again when he's made himself comfortable, soaping up the washcloth. ]
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Again, she ducks out, more briefly this time, and comes back with a new glass of water for him for good measure. ]
Your punishment for making me worry. Sit up.
[ Considering how many bandages there are around his torso and the spots of blood, now dried, that had seeped through them in places, Ciri can tell he's probably not keen to drag himself into a proper bath yet. But she knows also that just cleaning up and feeling fresher can bolster a heart and make one feel less like vaguely sentient shit in situations like these.
She smiles, sitting with him again when he's made himself comfortable, soaping up the washcloth. ]