[ What's here. He hesitates. He's telling her because part of him wants her to know that she doesn't have to see her future alone. That he means to be here, for a few reasons. But the other part is that he's never mentioned to anyone, outside of a rare few who learned it inadvertently, what Ciri means to him. It suddenly feels as though he should. ]

You once asked about my first time in the Horizon. I told you of a cabin, a mountain. But there was also...a girl. [ Her image follows him still sometimes. That vague figure with those bright eyes. How she vanished at the end. The only person, he thinks, who truly realized that he grieved her as though she were real in the period afterwards is Jaskier. Though he supposes Julie was right, too. If it felt real, then perhaps that's all that's needed to make it so. ]

She appeared one day. Ashen hair, green eyes. No older than thirteen. I took her in. [ He looks away, idly studying the small assortment of creatures around Julie. ] Before Ciri arrived, I thought her lost to the war at home. It isn't safe for her there.

[ He knows now he'd found her. And then almost lost her again. There's too much on the Continent, too many looking for her. It isn't safe here, either, but it's safer. He has a chance to never let anyone know who or what she is. If nothing else, it's at least some shelter from the Wild Hunt, from anything that can sense her power. Until he knows what to do. ]