His attention never wavers from Ciri. He's aware, peripherally, that Dean and Jo are present, that they are witness, but there's nothing to do about it now. Can't do much about the blood, either.

All he cares about is Ciri.

A quiet relief curls inside him when she says his name, though it's short-lived as she tries to pull away. He doesn't let her, pulling her close. He's tired of this place fucking with them. Somehow it feels more personal now that Ciri's been caught in its grasp.

"I'm here." His hand cups her cheek. "It's all right."