[ At least she's figured out by now that a lot of other Summoned aren't nearly as familiar with things like common baths and people walking around shirtless, so he's spared any extra awkwardness. It's all just practical, in any case.
Ciri takes a sharp breath, jaw tightening against the sting, but she doesn't complain or whimper about it. After a moment, she asks, tightly: ]
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Ciri takes a sharp breath, jaw tightening against the sting, but she doesn't complain or whimper about it. After a moment, she asks, tightly: ]
Of course.
What did you tell him?