It's evening, the cool air settling quickly as soon as the sun is out of sight behind the mountains, but the light hasn't gone all the way yet. There's perhaps an hour, maybe more. Ciri finds Gideon before she can untack her horse for the night. If she even knows how to do that.

She approaches without Nixie, and without bags or weapons. Just herself, and a wry smile.

"How's your ass?"