[ Unfortunately, though Ciri wants to say exactly what Jaskier did, to insist, she knows that Julie is right. What's important is that Geralt is safe and among allies. He's on the mend.

This is all good news, better than they've had in a week.

Ciri drinks directly from the bottle, feeling the whiskey burn all the way down, before handing it back to Julie. The grimace is part from the taste and the strength, and part from just... everything else. ]

Good. Make him get some rest. I know how he is.

[ Do not let her come after me. In context, she understands, even if it doesn't sting any less. Ciri slumps against the bar, folding one arm beneath her head to pillow her cheek as she watches Julie and Jaskier. She's being awfully familiar, but... Julie is like that, isn't she? She's a very warm person, Ciri thinks. If anyone can force their hospitality and care on Geralt, it'll be her. ]

We'll wait for him. But will you please promise me one thing? Tell me how he's doing, what he plans, when you know. If he won't--

I just... I can't stand the silence of not knowing.

[ Ciri knows Geralt doesn't like using the communication spell (or whatever it's called). And she has a sinking feeling he won't want to talk to her in particular. ]