She casts a small, grateful smile at Lan Wangji. "No," she murmurs. "I expect not."

Geralt pins her with another look. "How'd you even start traveling with him?"

Ciri looks back into the flames, remembering. "As soon as I'd left you and Yen on the Isle of Avalon, I found myself pursued, Eredin and his Red Riders on my heels. I fled through many worlds, many times... they came very close to catching me, once. It was then that Avallac'h appeared, out of nowhere. He found a portal and took us to a world where Eredin couldn't find us for... oh, perhaps half a year. Not as secure as the inn," she adds, looking to Lan Wangji. "Just.. far from Eredin's search."