[ Jaskier has said please enough times between them; Ciri doesn't add onto it, but she does give Alucard a small nod that might have been in thanks when he shifts back. Good. Feels like less of a waste of time already. (She doesn't even glance at Jaskier when he chides her, but that's probably no surprise.)
Ciri takes a slow, quiet breath, settling her racing, aching heart. ]
We found his supplies, and-- Blood. Some hair. Enough to track his scent, I hope.
Will you come with us?
[ Because there's nothing left but this one hope. No tracks, not after what had happened. She can only hope Alucard's wolf nose or vampire magic or whatever it is he can do can find traces of Geralt under the mess left in his camp. ]
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Ciri takes a slow, quiet breath, settling her racing, aching heart. ]
We found his supplies, and-- Blood. Some hair. Enough to track his scent, I hope.
Will you come with us?
[ Because there's nothing left but this one hope. No tracks, not after what had happened. She can only hope Alucard's wolf nose or vampire magic or whatever it is he can do can find traces of Geralt under the mess left in his camp. ]