[He follows the amber glow of a flickering fire, leading him to a white wolf, which in turn slips inside those doors slightly ajar. He supposes that is welcome enough, and so he follows, his gait steady.
Sephiroth crosses in through the doors, and there she is: Ciri seated at a table, drinking and already preparing to show him the exact spot on the map she had mentioned prior. His footsteps herald his entry before he says anything at all, though he doesn't wait to speak up to greet her.]
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Sephiroth crosses in through the doors, and there she is: Ciri seated at a table, drinking and already preparing to show him the exact spot on the map she had mentioned prior. His footsteps herald his entry before he says anything at all, though he doesn't wait to speak up to greet her.]
You've gotten started without me.
[Poring over a map? Drinking? Either or.]