[ There is an awkward minute of silence until the boy brings the drink. Ciri chose this place so the silence wouldn't be complete when they inevitably stared at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to say. She didn't want to be in a situation that would feel too... intimate.

Now, the background noise is a distraction, and she wonders if she should have suggested somewhere else. Ciri fiddles with a chip in the table, picking at a bit of wood poking out. ]

I'm not ashamed of the time we spent together.

Though I am... of the way I treated you. Some things I remember, they weren't very good. But there were good parts too. Really good parts.

[ She sighs, reaching again for her own cup, eyes sliding away from Aloy's face. ]

It's all jumbled. So much, all together, too many things to hold onto. I think, with time, I could... forget it. Let it fade like a dream.

Do you think that would be better?

[ Or... not? ]