[ There's silence for a little while, the discomfort between them settling like a dense fog. She can feel the distance in the space from one side to the other of the bench as though it were a chasm, and can only wish that Geralt would reach across it-- but she doesn't want to ask.
Finally, Ciri lifts her head, rubbing her eyes and pushing back her hair. ]
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Finally, Ciri lifts her head, rubbing her eyes and pushing back her hair. ]
How long have you been imprisoned here?