[ Ciri looks up, watching him use his magic on the plants. They grow, despite everything. She doesn't comment, doesn't thank him, but also doesn't look nervous or uncomfortable with the magic, even out here. It was never Jaskier's plants defending him that had upset her then.
When he urges her to drink, Ciri reaches for her waterskin, wetting her mouth. ]
I know where there's a stream. We should hit it by nightfall.
Geralt probably made camp someplace around there.
[ Something must have happened when he had, Ciri surmises. Roach hadn't had her bit. And she looked like she might have been tied by her lead for the night (thankfully, not too tightly or not to anything too sturdy). Geralt would have camped near water, and there's not much water around that comes to mind in this direction. ]
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When he urges her to drink, Ciri reaches for her waterskin, wetting her mouth. ]
I know where there's a stream. We should hit it by nightfall.
Geralt probably made camp someplace around there.
[ Something must have happened when he had, Ciri surmises. Roach hadn't had her bit. And she looked like she might have been tied by her lead for the night (thankfully, not too tightly or not to anything too sturdy). Geralt would have camped near water, and there's not much water around that comes to mind in this direction. ]