[ She doesn't mind; Jaskier is family, and she doesn't find it strange at all, especially considering the fact she'd really love to keep soaking and not worry about additional steps to the process at this point. They can share a drink and talk here as well as anywhere else.

Honestly, it's less embarrassing than the next thing she's going to tell him.

Ciri groans, taking a long drink and letting her head fall back against the edge of the tub to stare at the ceiling. ]

No, actually. It's very simple. It was a fucking wildcat. They're rare, but they're not even... I mean, most people wouldn't even call them monsters.

[ She pauses here, taking another drink, and sparing a glance at Jaskier as if to see if he's shaking his head at her or something. ]

But Viktor's horse spooked, and it was his first time riding. The wildcat attacked him. I hadn't noticed it.

One thing led to another, and--

I tried to portal us to safety. I suppose that's when the horses ran.