[ She hadn't meant to snap. Ciri swallows, looking ahead again while she listens, avoiding his gaze. She doesn't want to know what she'll find there, to see his fear again. The tremor in his voice is enough.

It's a good question (or rather, the implication of a question, but that doesn't matter). How had she done that?

Unlike Jaskier, Ciri knows what happened. She just doesn't know how. Or how to... explain it to him. ]

You're right.

[ She wasn't close enough. He'd been about to die. All of it, what he'd said -- all true. Terrifyingly true. Too close a call. By far. ]

I knew I would not get to you in time. No matter how fast I ran.

But I knew, also, that I- I could not lose you too, Jaskier... I just couldn't.

[ It's her voice that trembles now, tight and thin, edged with desperation even at the ghost of the memory. ]

And when I thought that, with all my heart, I simply--

Did it.