[ Ciri finishes what she is doing, hanging up the medallion, before looking back over at Geralt. A faint crease forms between her brows. She's not sure what he's getting at, and answers tentatively. ]

It's more that I presume they haven't felt me.

They have a habit of... catching up. Finding me.

[ She hesitates. ]

It happens when I use my abilities to open portals. Even if it's within the same sphere. My use of magic is like a beacon to them.

[ But she cannot use that magic here. Mostly. There was that time with Jaskier, when they'd run into the remnants of Geralt's overrun camp-- ]

Sometimes, if I try not to draw attention, it takes months.