"We had better," Ciri says to Yennefer's promise. It's as reasonable as Yennefer can likely make to her here and now. Anything more like a promise they wouldn't have to run anymore or that some semblance of a normal life could manifest itself sooner or later would be a lie. A sweet lie, but a lie nonetheless.
Ciri sets the remainder of the deck down before gathering up her own hand and assessing it. Not a particularly good hand, but... Well, like most things in Ciri's life, it certainly could be worse. She lifts her gaze from her cards to Yennefer, although she doesn't put all that much effort in trying to read her for her thoughts on her hand. She doesn't think a woman who has lived as long as Yennefer and spent as much time in court would ever allow herself an easy tell.
"No cheating and reading my mind, by the way." Before the possibility of offense, playful or otherwise, could be taken at the accusation, Ciri grins. "Jaskier did warn me about that."
And Ciri knows it's just an excuse the bard would employ if he lost not because there was merit to the accusation or that Jaskier himself even really believed it. Hence the grin.
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Ciri sets the remainder of the deck down before gathering up her own hand and assessing it. Not a particularly good hand, but... Well, like most things in Ciri's life, it certainly could be worse. She lifts her gaze from her cards to Yennefer, although she doesn't put all that much effort in trying to read her for her thoughts on her hand. She doesn't think a woman who has lived as long as Yennefer and spent as much time in court would ever allow herself an easy tell.
"No cheating and reading my mind, by the way." Before the possibility of offense, playful or otherwise, could be taken at the accusation, Ciri grins. "Jaskier did warn me about that."
And Ciri knows it's just an excuse the bard would employ if he lost not because there was merit to the accusation or that Jaskier himself even really believed it. Hence the grin.