[ When his fingers brush her arm, Ciri finally turns to look at Jaskier. He'd been the one to almost die (again) and here he is comforting her instead (again).

What a foolish, ridiculous man.

Ciri smiles, very faint and tired, but not forced this time. ]

Together. [ She promises. Jaskier had been so worried she might run off without him before, had made her promise to wait until they could gather supplies and set off together, but the truth is, Ciri prefers it this way. It might be selfish, putting him in danger. (Too much danger, he'd nearly died--) But his company is a balm, soothing loneliness and anger, providing some much-needed levity. He doesn't even have to be his usual cheerful self; it's enough.

Ciri takes a breath. Jaskier isn't going to ask any more, and yet she offers it. ]

I promised not to keep such things from you anymore. This isn't the first time I have achieved such a feat.

But I thought the Singularity had blocked me from my abilities. I cannot open portals even within this realm, let alone to others. I tried, you see. When we first arrived in Cadens, I spent days attempting to summon any of the powers granted by this accursed Elder Blood in the hopes that it could be of use, but nothing came of it.

...until now.

I call it Blink. It's an ability I've been developing, a sort of immediate portalling from one place to another, but instead of thinking of somewhere far away, I focus on something I can see.

It was hardly perfect, even when I had better control of my abilities outside this sphere. Here, with the Singularity's influence--

I am glad it worked. And nearly as astounded as you are.