[ It may be difficult for most to tell from Geralt's even tone what this means. His expression does not change, but Ciri knows him too well. She sees him swallow. Notes he hasn't met her gaze entirely since he looked away the first time he brought up what Yennefer had... found. That's the word he used. As if it had simply been lying about, that memory of the horrors he'd been through in the Trials. As if it's something that might have slipped out of his pocket and into Yennefer's hands.

Ciri hears what lurks unsaid in Geralt's silence and faltering gaze. This isn't something he'd wanted to share with Yennefer, and she'd found it anyway. She'd dragged it out of his mind.

And the way he tells it--

Is he circumventing? Is he simply not being precise enough? Is he shielding Yennefer, or Ciri from her?

Ciri leans closer across the table, one hand reaching out, fingers touching Geralt's forearm. ]

Did the queen ask Yennefer to do that to you? You said they. Pushed past your defenses, looking for something.

I'm sorry, but I... I don't understand.