[ Ciri tries to offer a smile, or something close to it. The attempt is genuine, but the result half-hearted at best. ]

I'm just glad you're all right.

[ She keeps putting him in danger. This time, it had been those desert rogues, but if she hadn't dashed off ahead, if she'd at least stopped enough to tell him to stay back, if she hadn't lost her temper and gone after the men holding Geralt's sword without even properly looking around at anything else--

A lot of ifs, and all of them pointless.

This is just what she does. She puts the people she loves in harm's way, one way or another. ]

I will not lose anyone else. [ It's a quiet resolution, a mantra she's clung to before, with questionable efficacy. Geralt's absence is felt keenly, like a gut wound, impossible to ignore. ]

We're going to find him.

You know I refuse to give up just because he tells me to.