"He is," she agrees. "Very. I'm so happy to hear you've helped him."

Geralt grunts and shifts, slightly. "You trust him?"

She gives him a quizzical glance. "Avallac'h? He's not let me down to date. Not once."

The witcher glances at Lan Wangji, then looks back to her. "Why exactly is Avallac'h helping you? Sages've never been fond of humans."

"He doesn't do it for me," she admits. "It's about my power." Ciri stares into the flames, her voice lowering. "As if it could ever be about anything else."