She gasps as blue light flows from Lan Wangji's fingers and into her wrist, her arm tightening around Geralt as the energy floods her.

The witcher waits until the glow subsides, then clears his throat, gruffly. "I'll build a fire," he says, and makes himself release Ciri, who watches him with fond amusement. "Lan Wangji, keep an eye on her for a minute."