[ Ciri nods. Adjusting is as good a way to put it as anything she's feeling now, all wrapped up in confusion and anxiety, frustration and anger, the lingering shame over some of the things she did (didn't do; none of them did, not really).
And yet, when the first thing Aloy says is that she's relieved it wasn't real, there's an unexpected pang in the pit of her stomach. Her fingers tighten around the handle of her tankard. ]
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And yet, when the first thing Aloy says is that she's relieved it wasn't real, there's an unexpected pang in the pit of her stomach. Her fingers tighten around the handle of her tankard. ]
...that none of it was real?