Ciri's smile widens just a bit further at Yennefer's remark about her games with the bard. She imagines whatever Jaskier might be up to in Oxenfurt, he felt that jab just now and likely feels a sudden urge to sulk over an insult he didn't actually hear for himself. She doesn't say anything in return though, her gaze looking down to her own hand. Ciri's heart sinks a little as she realizes she doesn't have a particularly starting hand, but she's careful not to let the disappointment show too much on her face, busying and distracting herself as she arranges her hand. Once as satisfied as she can possibly be with her hand, Ciri lifts her gaze to look at Yennefer expectantly for her to start the game since Ciri was the one to deal.