Geralt grunts agreement as they climb the winding trail. The faint glow of the spell floats ahead, then pauses, illuminating a door beyond. As they come closer, the shape of a hut emerges from the gloom, the spell hovering at the door.

"Firefly's stopped at the hut. Oughta look inside."

He approaches the door, ruthlessly shoving down on the hope that wants to bubble up in his chest. Just past that door, Ciri could be waiting.