[ Ciri's posture immediately stiffens, guarded and tense. She does not like to talk about her magic. Likes using it even less.

But Geralt is right, and that's the most frustrating part of all. ]

It's been worse since the eclipse. [ She confesses quietly, staring at her cup. She hasn't been actively practicing much since the incident on the road to Aquila, so she's not sure if it'd still feel the same, but that had been enough to discourage her from trying to practice again for some weeks.

Her hands clench around the cup. ]

What... other way? I practice alone in the desert, sometimes. It's unreliable at best. Sometimes what I want to do doesn't even work-- and sometimes, it works at a completely unintended magnitude. I can't control it, Geralt. Yennefer can't help me with that. Not here.

[ Not without even being here. ]