[ There's a sharp touch of amusement to that, and zero percent surprise. Most normal people never came into contact with the things that went bump in the night ever in their lives, unless they were the thing that monster decided to tear the face off of or eat the organs right out of their chest, still hot and pumping—and one didn't live through those kinds of meeting and greets.

Her voice is cool as she finishes with her stretching wrist in those circles, only half thinking maybe she should wrap them like Ciri said if she's going to be out here every day, every night, whenever screams start, during this. She's doing better at not slipping, but hour after hour, night after night, slipping form's focus for survival might make sense to switch that up. ]

Monsters?