"No," she admits, and sighs. "We should have stayed there." She looks back at Geralt. "I thought the Hunt had lost my scent for good. I thought I was safe. And, I... I wanted to find you and Yennefer," she finishes, rueful.

Geralt looks at her, his yellow eyes gleaming in the firelight. "You were looking for us, we were looking for you," he points out. "Times I thought you were just a step away. Like when I kept missing you at the inn."

He tips his head towards Lan Wangji. "Made some good allies there, though."

"Friends," Ciri says, firmly, and smiles warmly at Lan Wangji. Now that the first rush of his worry has dissipated, she's sure he would prefer not to be touched, but she very nearly reaches for his hand anyway.