[The silence stretches, but at least it's enough time for him to brace himself. He bites his lip, hard enough that it stings. Is it news? Of Geralt? He can't think of anything that should make her go so deathly still --
He jumps. The table rattles, knocking the wisk out of the bowl and to the floor. Egg splatters, but he ignores it, going to Ciri's side. His hand falls on top of hers.]
Gone? What do you mean, gone? Gone where?
[Gone? Like Sam's friends -- Bucky, Peter? Alina. He's met her once or twice, when he was staying with Sam -- the inevitability of so many bodies packed together -- yet he cannot figure out what her being gone should affect Ciri so much.
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He jumps. The table rattles, knocking the wisk out of the bowl and to the floor. Egg splatters, but he ignores it, going to Ciri's side. His hand falls on top of hers.]
Gone? What do you mean, gone? Gone where?
[Gone? Like Sam's friends -- Bucky, Peter? Alina. He's met her once or twice, when he was staying with Sam -- the inevitability of so many bodies packed together -- yet he cannot figure out what her being gone should affect Ciri so much.
Unless --
Had he truly hit the mark that well?]