[Given the chance, he'd probably collapse right where he is, rolling over on his back and simply breathing until he's forced to move again. Viktor is vaguely aware that there's blood on his face, dripping out of his mouth and nose, but he's too exhausted to wipe it away or even pretend like there isn't something wrong with him, unrelated to being teleported into the ocean and almost drowning. Thankfully, Ciri doesn't ask about it, instead hooking her arm around his to pull them both to their feet.
He obliges, despite every part of his body screaming at him not to. They can't stay on this beach forever, not if they want to make a plan to get back to Cadens, so he forces himself to keep moving.]
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He obliges, despite every part of his body screaming at him not to. They can't stay on this beach forever, not if they want to make a plan to get back to Cadens, so he forces himself to keep moving.]
Do you know where we are?
[Aquila, if they're lucky.]