[ Ciri hears them coming, and hurries to put the finishing touches on her makeup, careful not to smudge it in a rush as she finishes brushing the glossy pink onto her bottom lip. Pressing her lips together to make sure the color sticks, she takes another look at herself in the hand mirror she's got propped up on a pile of Rinwell's books. The makeup she's been able to buy here in Cadens isn't what Julie gave her to practice with, but there have been a lot more options than she's used to, actually. She's got a little collection going now, and a glossy dark-wood box to store it in. For now, though, Ciri quickly gathers up the brushes and bottles into a pile to be sorted and put away later and bounds out to meet the others. ]

Geralt!

[ She greets him with a smile, bouncing onto her toes. There are many things to think about lately that she is firmly ignoring, but Jaskier's apparently infected Ciri with his enthusiasm; she's embraced the idea of this outing (distraction) with surprising conviction. She even bought a new dress, warm leggings and boots under it, the wolf's head dagger on her belt. In her hair -- brushed and braided, with Jaskier's help -- is another of those glowing yellow flowers.

Ciri grins crookedly, cocking a fist on her hip. ]

You were right, Jaskier. Quicker than I gave you credit for, even. I thought it'd take at least another fifteen minutes to cajole him out of his little cave.