[ Shaking off the disorientation, Ciri slowly pushes herself up to sit on the edge of the bed, setting her socked feet on the floor and grimacing immediately as she realizes she's practically encrusted with ocean salt and sand, still damp in places, and very itchy. ]
Please tell me they have baths.
[ It takes a minute for her body to catch up to each of the discomforts, but shortly, the hunger hits as well. ]
Thanks for the food. I'm famished.
[ With another grimace, she pushes herself from the bed onto one of the small chairs arranged by the table. The room is small, and the furniture feels a little crammed in, but the overall effect is charming and cozy, not cluttered. Clearly, everything has been arranged with care. She'll have to go downstairs and thank the innkeeper properly when she's more put together, figure out how to actually pay. Free supplies, perhaps. Something worked out with a trader she's done jobs for before. Something to think about later.
Right now, she grabs a hunk of bread and dips it right into the stew, not even bothering with the utensils.
After a few bites, Viktor gets a more thorough look-over. They do need to talk, but-- later. She doesn't shoot the idea down, either way, instead asking a question of her own. ]
Are you all right? No broken bones, no significant injuries?
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[ Shaking off the disorientation, Ciri slowly pushes herself up to sit on the edge of the bed, setting her socked feet on the floor and grimacing immediately as she realizes she's practically encrusted with ocean salt and sand, still damp in places, and very itchy. ]
Please tell me they have baths.
[ It takes a minute for her body to catch up to each of the discomforts, but shortly, the hunger hits as well. ]
Thanks for the food. I'm famished.
[ With another grimace, she pushes herself from the bed onto one of the small chairs arranged by the table. The room is small, and the furniture feels a little crammed in, but the overall effect is charming and cozy, not cluttered. Clearly, everything has been arranged with care. She'll have to go downstairs and thank the innkeeper properly when she's more put together, figure out how to actually pay. Free supplies, perhaps. Something worked out with a trader she's done jobs for before. Something to think about later.
Right now, she grabs a hunk of bread and dips it right into the stew, not even bothering with the utensils.
After a few bites, Viktor gets a more thorough look-over. They do need to talk, but-- later. She doesn't shoot the idea down, either way, instead asking a question of her own. ]
Are you all right? No broken bones, no significant injuries?