[ The knife stills in Ciri's hand. She looks up, watching Jaskier with a quiet, contemplative expression, a faint crease between her brows.
Then Ciri looks down again, meticulously slicing the apple into even pieces and lining them up on the table in neat little half-moons with the ends reaching up. ]
It all depends on one's idea of what is worthwhile. Useful. And to whom.
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Then Ciri looks down again, meticulously slicing the apple into even pieces and lining them up on the table in neat little half-moons with the ends reaching up. ]
It all depends on one's idea of what is worthwhile. Useful. And to whom.