One moment Ciri is talking to her with more sincere concern than Jo think is warranted for the stupidity of not being able to act like she's just fine moments after being gutted and dying, but then Ciri mentions the blood, and Jo only has the glance of looking down—and, right, okay, maybe there's more blood, and black sludge all over her clothes and skin, and not all of that came from the wolves—before Ciri whirls, fast enough Jo pulls back at first.

It's easy enough to label Geralt's tension in looking between, to remember exactly what he snapped at her about Ciri not knowing. Still, Jo doesn't know what happened more than the other two, why Ciri is suddenly positioned like Geralt struck her instead of leading her away. Jo hesitates only a second before tentatively touching Ciri's shoulder, half expecting her to snap around again. "He's not wrong. Geralt and I have been dealing with a shit load of the same since the moment we fell in here."

Literally.