[ Disorienting though the experience may have been, Geralt has not forgotten Ciri's birthday—despite having missed the date due to the Singularity trapping them. The gift is small, and not quite the one he's been contemplating giving her, but it isn't about gifts in the first place.
On her pillow, Ciri will find a handmade wooden cabin, not unlike the one they had in their visions (or memories, or however they decide to call it.) Maybe it's a promise, maybe it's just a reminder that he has not forgotten (again). He isn't sure. But his ambivalence towards the incident aside, there are pieces of that strange future that he does not regret, and chief amongst them is the time he spent with his daughter.
Practical as ever, the miniature cabin is more than a decoration: the roof comes off and the inside is hollow for storing her things. ]
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On her pillow, Ciri will find a handmade wooden cabin, not unlike the one they had in their visions (or memories, or however they decide to call it.) Maybe it's a promise, maybe it's just a reminder that he has not forgotten (again). He isn't sure. But his ambivalence towards the incident aside, there are pieces of that strange future that he does not regret, and chief amongst them is the time he spent with his daughter.
Practical as ever, the miniature cabin is more than a decoration: the roof comes off and the inside is hollow for storing her things. ]