[ Julie snorts softly, lets Jaskier kiss her hand while she squeezes his fingers, but then Ciri grabs her and Julie wraps both arms tightly around her, making soothing little cooing noises. This whole thing has been so stressful, and Julie's only been involved for like, two hours -- she can only imagine how overwhelmed Ciri must be. ]

Oh, babydoll, there's not a single thing to thank me for. [ She leans back a little, takes a makeup wipe from thin air and gently cleans the streaks of eyeliner off Ciri's face. ] I promise. We'll get all this shit taken care of. Just go to bed and get some rest.

[ She is, of course, assuming that Ciri is at home, and not in a medieval drunk tank for a murder spree. Most people do not decide that unprovoked homicide is the best way to handle their emotions, but Julie can respect it, too. ]