[ His eyes narrow. Dean may not mean it that way, but it stirs a protectiveness in him. There are too many who only look to her for what she is. She's more than that. ]

She's a girl. She's simply— [ He takes a breath. ] Inherited more Chaos than most. It draws...people and beings towards her, who believe she's to bring them salvation, win them a war. Call calamity upon the earth or save it or fulfill a prophecy.

[ Between those on the Continent and the Wild Hunt, who hasn't been in pursuit of her? Perhaps there's more that Ciri has not told him of. The reality is, there's much he doesn't know, and equally as much Ciri either does not know herself or will not tell him. In truth, it makes no difference. The outcome is the same: that people will pursue her across realms to take what they believe is theirs.

He leans forward. ] Cirilla is not meant for anything. But there will always be those who see her power as theirs to claim. Or a threat to eradicate.

[ It isn't only the kingdoms and empires he refers to. The Summoned are an equal concern in his eyes. Many are desperate to return home, and he's seen what desperation does to men. ]