It never gets easier. Each time she opens her eyes to see the destruction she's wrought, each time losing herself and snapping back to reality with devastation and bodies around her, it is only ever a shock. There's too much for her spinning mind to catch up on at once. Geralt guides her, pushes her to go as the stone begins to grumble, and all she can do is follow his lead with that reflexive, immediate trust. She lets go of his hand only so she can gain the room to make the jump--

But before she can, he shoves her, sudden and hard enough to clear the crack completely and push her to the other side, where she lands ungracefully and rolls up on her knees. Looking up just in time to see the trap.

"Geralt!" she screams, and if it weren't for her pounding headache and how raw every nerve feels right now, she would have already tried to portal back to him (the idiot) -- but then there's Jo. Diving forward in a blur. Tackling Geralt out of nowhere.

It all happens so fast. Ciri scrambles backwards, trying to give them room to land.