The Heartwood Everything, everything, everything.

it seems both women have encountered a slight stalemate with each other, both wanting to preserve the honor they had; one is to find out the truth, one is to guard what troubles her mind. considering the strained answer, shikoba must make a choice. she either gets the answer she wants and ruins what little she has built up with ciri, or she lets the girl fester and do as she wishes.

for once, shikoba allows her opponent to win. she does not push anymore. 

the older woman sighs and turns her gaze away from the girl in a seemingly disappointed manner, her entire body turns and faces away. shikoba takes a step forward and looks back towards ciri, scars scrunching up as she speaks. "when old like shikoba, ciri learn why talking helps." 

there are many routes the woman could take in order to get ciri to open up. however, shikoba is not fluent, nor a very good charmer. she could use open threats considering her mercenary streak, but violence isn't something she is fond of using against wolves who are just troubled, not bad. trying to converse and change the topic would be easy, like offering a secret of hers to ciri in order to get one back. but shikoba can't follow doing such tedious tasks. if the girl does not want to open to her, then that is that.

shikoba pushes off to leave, as she is most likely no longer wanted as company. unless ciri says something otherwise, shikoba's next destination is further north.