Noctisardor Bypass Do you like it when I'm away?

The gold-kissed wolf did not raise his gaze to look upon her as she eased her pace alongside Mahler, to whom her own attention shifted as he sent a smile her way. Ciri offered one in return, fleeting and encouraging, for there was business to be done.

The pair touched briefly on their shared skills, those that the swallow had never been patient enough to learn, and an acceptance on her father's part soon followed. What surprised her was the newcomer's heightened emotion, and dark ears fanned backward as her bright eyes caught the glimmer of tears in his dark eyes.

She wondered if he might hold onto some quiet sorry, as she did. Concerned, Ciri made to exchange a puzzled glance with the rugged Graf just as he introduced her as his daughter, something so simple yet warming to the heart of her.

"Hi," she peeped softly, almost timidly, as she looked his way again. Having missed out on the giving of his name, Ciri considered sneaking in a request for it, but the timing was off. She would hear of it in passing, surely, considering his acceptance of a tour that she herself would benefit from.