Little Goat Mountain So close, no matter how far.

The sentiment returned and her smile matched his own, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. Ciri recalled how infectious it'd been a year prior and felt her skin flush hot beneath the raven fur of her cheeks. His handsome face and easy charm had intrigued her from that first encounter She shifted against him, knowing she should part from his side, but still she lingered.

Curiously, so did he.

She thought he would be on his way yet instead Chakliux spoke of his companion, a wolf by the name of Dutch. If his aim was to turn her attention toward him then Ciri did not detect it. She listened, and asked: what have you learned so far?