[ ...what is he wearing? This, more than the rest, takes her by surprise. Her eyes linger, taking in the strange clothing, the way it covers most of him and yet reveals very specific slivers of skin here and there, the way he carries himself with straight spine and confident shoulders.
It feels good to see him. Ciri lingers in the feeling a moment, considering it. Deciding not to question. She's exhausted. She wanted to see him, and here he is. Why push for answers further than that? ]
Mm. I suppose I am.
[ She steps closer. Her own sword isn't on her right now, and her clothing is not too dissimilar to what he might be used to in Cadens: fitted trousers, a loose blouse, a wide belt and boots. Fairly simple. No armor. Even in the Horizon, she looks a little worn. ]
What kind of place is this?
[ She doesn't lead with the reason she'd wanted to see him, considering she's not entirely sure what that reason is. ]
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It feels good to see him. Ciri lingers in the feeling a moment, considering it. Deciding not to question. She's exhausted. She wanted to see him, and here he is. Why push for answers further than that? ]
Mm. I suppose I am.
[ She steps closer. Her own sword isn't on her right now, and her clothing is not too dissimilar to what he might be used to in Cadens: fitted trousers, a loose blouse, a wide belt and boots. Fairly simple. No armor. Even in the Horizon, she looks a little worn. ]
What kind of place is this?
[ She doesn't lead with the reason she'd wanted to see him, considering she's not entirely sure what that reason is. ]