Ciri glances at Yennefer when she says that eventually Ciri will be able to do the same, but she doesn't hold any sort of meaningful eye contact over it. It's not that she doesn't believe Yennefer when she speaks of the sort of power Ciri possesses. After the things Ciri has been able to do with her wild and out of control magic, she knows so much potential is within her. But Ciri's yet to demonstrate any semblance of meaningful control. No matter how many times they practice the same spells again and again. She ends up doing too much or too little, and never what she intends.

Looking at the houses they occupy for a moment longer, Ciri heaves a heavy sigh and steps away to sit on a nearby rock.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to be able to do much of anything," she says, confessing her frustration with some of Geralt's endless hovering. "I know he's just trying to protect me, but I—..."

Heaving yet another sigh, Ciri pushes some dirt around with the toe of her boot.