[ Ciri sees her hand there, the subtle shift of her palm almost sliding forward along the tabletop, the twitch of her fingers. She catches a certain expression on Aloy's face, the same one Ciri thinks is probably on her own. The desire to say more. Not saying it.

She still remembers how well they knew each other. Even though it can't really be called remembering, can it? ]

...yeah?

[ There's a note of relief in her voice. It's Ciri who finally lets go of her cup and bridges the gap between them. Her hand inches forward across the table, fingertips brushing Aloy's knuckles. There's a tentative (hopeful?) smile building at the corners of her mouth. ]

Me neither.

And maybe we can even build more... real memories together. I'd like that, anyway. If you don't think it would be too... I dunno. Weird.

[ She falters at the end there. Not so smooth, after all, feeling like a dumb girl fumbling her way through a first date. Except she's already been on hundreds of dates, in their dreams. It really is awkward. She's way less confident when it comes to this side of things than she is with a blade in her hand; but she does know Aloy is the same, in that regard. ]