"I'm not going anywhere if that's what you're asking," Ciri says, turning to face Yennefer. The concern and worry don't register entirely to her as she thinks immediately of how it must look having her hanging about with the horses unattended like this. It wouldn't be an unfair assumption to make, she supposed. For as long as Ciri's been old enough to move about on her own and design her own plans, she was always sneaking out of the castle to friends. Or who she thought were friends, anyway. And what girl her age wouldn't have some tendency to run off on her own in the dead of night when her caregivers would be likely none the wiser. She uncomfortably folds her arms that she tries as best she can to mold into something of nonchalance, nodding in the direction of the slightly larger house she shares with Geralt. "It's just a bit cramped in there tonight. That's all."

Ciri doesn't think it's entirely wise to say more than that and quickly attempts to change the subject.

"What about you? Why are you out here?"