[Yeah it's soft, but look at him! Smitten with his little princess. Anyone who hadn't caught on Geralt's heart nearly beat for her wasn't paying attention. And it was good Ciri deserved it. Fierce, and a bit insane, a bit feral, and absolutely loving. The lute he carried with him now was perfect evidence at that.

He smiles. Real advice, is it? A rare, rare bird.]

At this point, I think Ciri thinks of herself far more as yours than of Cintra. A wolf. For sure.

[He's quite sure. After all this time, all the years she can recall with Geralt...]

Something like yours. Perhaps less of a snarl? She certainly growls a good bit less than you.