She is still. So very still. Too still, by far, for the bright and vibrant woman he knows.

(oh, it's good to see you, my friend)

The dim light of this accursed isle falls all too clearly on the familiar form. Even lying as she is with her back to them he recognizes her hair, her clothing.

He forces himself to stay still, his glance going to Ciri's true father, standing beside him.