[ Ciri knows how she feels -- instinctively, in a way that feels more intimate than it should, and yet somehow familiar. It doesn't feel wrong, even if it is... weird. The Horizon is uncomfortable for her as well; there are those she must see within it, like Yennefer, but besides the very special exception, she's stayed away. As much as possible, Ciri's tried to ground herself in things that feel real and solid in her hands and under her boots. Hunting is where she goes to escape. But it doesn't feel right here.
They need to talk. It'll be too easy to lapse into comfortable silence in the dark outside.
The wait doesn't bother her. It gives her a few minutes to pull together a semblance of preparedness, even if it's a façade more than anything else, bolstered by the drink she tosses back at the very first opportunity. She's actually on her second when Aloy arrives, not because Aloy is very late but because Ciri is very anxious.
At her approach, Ciri pushes the opposite chair out for her with the toe of a boot beneath the table. ]
...hi.
Oh. I'm fine. [ An automatic, meaningless response. ]
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They need to talk. It'll be too easy to lapse into comfortable silence in the dark outside.
The wait doesn't bother her. It gives her a few minutes to pull together a semblance of preparedness, even if it's a façade more than anything else, bolstered by the drink she tosses back at the very first opportunity. She's actually on her second when Aloy arrives, not because Aloy is very late but because Ciri is very anxious.
At her approach, Ciri pushes the opposite chair out for her with the toe of a boot beneath the table. ]
...hi.
Oh. I'm fine. [ An automatic, meaningless response. ]
How... are you?