Perhaps the last thing, of many unlikely things, that Ciri expected the mysterious and uncomfortably familiar monolith to do upon being touched is... open.

Two parts at a seemingly arbitrary point in the monolith slide apart into a doorway; the suddenness of the unexpected movement makes Ciri jump back like a startled cat, reaching for her dagger.

Only to see that it does not reveal some sort of untold horror or monster from realms beyond, but rather just the awkward mage with social anxiety she'd met in Nocwich.

Ciri stares at him. Then, she repeats, very eloquently and also very loudly:

"What the fuck?"