Mm. Something like that. [ She doesn't really laugh, but just shrugs it off, without elaborating.

Still, when he asks about Geralt, Ciri smiles slightly. She nods. ]

He does all right. [ Gives a shit, for sure. That's one way to phrase it.

Ciri leans back in her seat, staring straight out the window ahead as they move. It's a bit of a strange sensation, weirdly smooth, but despite Nero's grumpiness over it, she doesn't feel sick. It's not bad. Just... odd. The unusual movement, nothing like an animal or a carriage. ]

It's fine.

I know the feeling. My... biological father. 'Complete dick' barely covers it.

Family is more than blood. Geralt took me in.

I chose to stay.