Thanks.

[ She may not ask for it. Not for a while. Or maybe she will ask tomorrow, once she's slept. For now, Ciri feels somehow... if not quite better, then at least a little calmer, more grounded, knowing that Jaskier will help her share this burden. A safe place to keep this piece of her heart, tucked away in his notebook.

The suggestions make her smile. A little wan and watery, but not feigned. ]

Not this time. [ She's done plenty of that the last few days.

Now that the anger has faded and Ciri has accepted that Alina is gone, that she won't be going after her, all she feels is tired. Beneath all that, the desperation to find Geralt that had been eating at her has settled too, from a lightning hum under her skin to a weary weight inside her bones. She's spent all night in a cell. She's screamed and cried enough. She doesn't want to go back out there now. ]

Play a game of cards with me. Tell me of your exploits in the realm of bakery, and of the songs you're working on. Perhaps a few of those rude rhymes are in order, after all.