[ Ciri rocks back on her heels, shifting her weight in surprise as Jaskier grabs onto her, clings like he's afraid she too might vanish. She hugs him back, bloody and a little bruised and sand-scraped, but fine. It seems he's in one piece too. Somehow.
(She'll have to think about that later, about what she'd done, how she'd done it. How it had worked, and if it's safe to try it again.)
For a moment, Jaskier struggles to get out the words, and Ciri holds him and waits for him to remember how to breathe. She thought he was just scared. She doesn't expect-- ]
What?!
[ Shocked, relieved, confused and worried all at once. She sits down in the dirt, without letting go of Jaskier, though she does pull back enough to see his face. ]
What did he say? Where is he? Are you talking to him right now?
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(She'll have to think about that later, about what she'd done, how she'd done it. How it had worked, and if it's safe to try it again.)
For a moment, Jaskier struggles to get out the words, and Ciri holds him and waits for him to remember how to breathe. She thought he was just scared. She doesn't expect-- ]
What?!
[ Shocked, relieved, confused and worried all at once. She sits down in the dirt, without letting go of Jaskier, though she does pull back enough to see his face. ]
What did he say? Where is he? Are you talking to him right now?