[ she remains seated at the edge of the hole for the time being, idly glancing over her gloved hands and thankful for them after all this time spent with a shovel in hand. it's then she catches his movement, glancing over and reaching out without much pause.

she's never been terribly social herself, taking far too much after her adopted father and his ways. still, she was a princess. still is, technically. some of the things taught to her by her grandmother still hold true. ]

Perhaps not though I am unfamiliar with such a city. [ still... lycan, huh. ] You're... a solider then?

[ for a short moment, she considers giving a fake name as she had during her times with the rats. back then, she had been falka but... ]

Ciri, a witcher. [ ah, right. ] It's a term back home for a professional monster hunter.