Felling the trees takes some work; Gideon sets to explaining her plan to the soldiers who - to their credit - ask few questions despite how outwardly bizarre the plan must seem to anyone unaware of Jesper's abilities. She gets in right alongside them, encourages Claude to join in too, binding rope and urging the animals forward. Slowly but surely they amass enough wood to add to Jesper's pile.

And what he's doing is, like Ciri, pretty fucking badass. Like necromancy, but with trees. She whistles low through her teeth as she hauls one last branch over, looks out across the ravine with her hand poised to shield her face.

"Fuck yeah, almost done. Almost there. You've got this."