[ The silence feels heavy, a bit oppressive, but Ciri's not really sure what to fill it with that won't sound... trite. And she's not the sort to give him empty words of comfort any more than Sephiroth is the sort to appreciate them. She's not going to say they'll find Cloud for sure, or that it's going to be okay. She's said her piece: it is what it is, and now they have to make do with the reality of whatever has happened. Just like she's had to make do with the reality of Rinwell's absence, the empty space of her room, slowly being transformed into a library both for practical and sentimental reasons. The same as Jaskier has to keep going every day without Hector.
So Ciri is quiet, and they eat together in silence, and when the ale runs out she refills his cup.
Eventually, Sephiroth speaks. Ciri nods. ]
Not at all.
[ The chair legs scrape against the wooden floor when Ciri moves to stand. ]
I'll run the bath for you.
[ A much easier and more convenient task here than it ever ways back on the Continent, even in the royal palace. Cadens has its comforts. The water's even hot. ]
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So Ciri is quiet, and they eat together in silence, and when the ale runs out she refills his cup.
Eventually, Sephiroth speaks. Ciri nods. ]
Not at all.
[ The chair legs scrape against the wooden floor when Ciri moves to stand. ]
I'll run the bath for you.
[ A much easier and more convenient task here than it ever ways back on the Continent, even in the royal palace. Cadens has its comforts. The water's even hot. ]