[ Something in her chafes against the declaration. As though she needs to scramble to hold onto something which belongs to her. It claws its way up her throat. It's foolish, of course. Jealous and base and needy, but it is in her nature to cling to every connection she makes. ]
How's that?
[ She knows the answer, she thinks. She had noticed it too when she'd met Ciri, knows immediately who she means, felt kindred to her. Still she wants to hear Ben's assessment. And, well, she's at a loss for tools to do anything with this creature, she realizes, so better that she interrogate his observation than draw attention to her uselessness here. ]
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How's that?
[ She knows the answer, she thinks. She had noticed it too when she'd met Ciri, knows immediately who she means, felt kindred to her. Still she wants to hear Ben's assessment. And, well, she's at a loss for tools to do anything with this creature, she realizes, so better that she interrogate his observation than draw attention to her uselessness here. ]