[ It's difficult not to bombard Jaskier with more questions, but Ciri catches on that he needs a minute, and that he's probably talking to Geralt. She can't see the writing. Why didn't Geralt reach out to her, she has to wonder, a little angry and a little hurt, but still mostly just relieved he reached out at all.
Ciri sits with Jaskier, letting him lean on her as much as he needs to, doing her best to be patient when the adrenaline is still just fading from her veins and her mind is racing as fast as her heart. Searching Jaskier's face for clues, Ciri only breathes for a few minutes, slow and deliberate, trying to calm herself down.
Her heart rate spikes the instant Jaskier speaks again. ]
What?! That's it? Where is he?
[ But he probably hadn't said. Not if that was the message Geralt sent. And why he sent it to Jaskier and not her.
Ciri grimaces, teeth clenching in the effort it takes not to keep shouting. Instead of yelling at Jaskier, who definitely doesn't deserve it right now, Ciri turns her attention on the connection that allows them to speak across distances and bombard Geralt with text-based yelling of her own. ]
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Ciri sits with Jaskier, letting him lean on her as much as he needs to, doing her best to be patient when the adrenaline is still just fading from her veins and her mind is racing as fast as her heart. Searching Jaskier's face for clues, Ciri only breathes for a few minutes, slow and deliberate, trying to calm herself down.
Her heart rate spikes the instant Jaskier speaks again. ]
What?! That's it? Where is he?
[ But he probably hadn't said. Not if that was the message Geralt sent. And why he sent it to Jaskier and not her.
Ciri grimaces, teeth clenching in the effort it takes not to keep shouting. Instead of yelling at Jaskier, who definitely doesn't deserve it right now, Ciri turns her attention on the connection that allows them to speak across distances and bombard Geralt with text-based yelling of her own. ]