[ Amos glances around the Keep at her invitation to start training on his own. He's got his form pretty much down at this point, and has paid particular attention to the weight of his weapon — even changing it up sometimes, considering how that's a thing he can do now out in the real world, but that's still a new one for him. Something he hasn't even really told Geralt he's playing with yet. It'll come up sooner or later on its own.

He rolls the wrist of the hand holding his sword, getting a feel for it; it's when he's about to lift his shotgun's sling over his head, lean the weapon against the wall so as to not throw him off, that he hears Ciri's question; looks up at her mid-movement. ]

Hunter asked about it when he came to see me, couple weeks back. Wanted to see it in action. And I like having it, so. Figured it could just come along with me. [ He finishes pulling the sling up over his head, and it's as he's setting the weapon safely out of the way, up against the wall that he meets her eyes again, his own bright with curiosity, maybe even something that could be construed as hope. ] You shoot?