[ She walks alongside him, making easy conversation about her day or his, until finally they reach what he's been leading her to.

The edge of the park comes into view, and beyond it, the whole stretch of it -- the startling green that stands out among the browns and tans favored in the architecture of the Free Cities and the desert itself. Ciri gasps.

Then elbows him. ]

Jaskier, you know that's not the word and I know you're not that humble, so you may as well take credit where it's due.

It's lovely.

[ She walks forward toward the sculpture to examine all the varied pieces of it. ]