[And the simplest is often malicious. By his experience, anyway. Still, the bath is not the ideal place to argue philosophy, especially when it tends to get so. Heated. He's enjoying the heat of the water alone enough.]

One would think. And either it's a lie, or they're bad at it, or we were simply practice.

[It's a fun thought experiment at this point, for knowing does not change anything. Especially for him, with their decision to stay for Ciri's sake. The question is, though, if, like the others, what if they were not given the choice? To stay?

His brows raise. He lifts two hands of water to his face, like a cup, splashing it across his skin, through his hair. Drops of soap he's already applied trickle down his shoulders, the faint smell of goatsmilk and... ooh, is that lavender?]

And what is your priority, if I may ask? Honest curiousity only.