[Oh. Fuck. Somehow he hadn't thought him bringing it up would... would upset her. For Melitele's sake, he was barely processing his own trauma with the realization.

Immediately he reaches across the space between them to touch her arm.]

Oh, my dear. I'm sorry. I didn't think. [Possibly he should not be surprised she cares about him so, but sometimes it... it can be a lot. And he is fairly used to his friends' concerns for him being, how do you say, nonexistent.

Gods. His eyes prickle, but he swallows it down. Not now. She doesn't need that on top of everything else.] That's all I need to know. You saved my life, Ciri. And for that, I cannot thank you enough.

[He can accept it. She can... do that. He's not even sure what it was. It wasn't inhuman speed, he thinks; he's seen that in Geralt plenty. It was like... like a blink. Between one blink and the next, she had crossed the entire camp. Like a portal. Had she made a portal? One so fast that none of them had seen it?

It was only one more display of her power. And she'd done it to save him. That was enough.] I'm not going anywhere, I promise. We'll keep going, all right? Together.

[To find him. It didn't need to be spoken.]