Ouroboros Spine sunrise, tomorrow

He looked back at Ciri, startled by her presence, but had settled again by the time she asked her question. The answer was a silly one, but he felt strangely comfortable with the Ostrega woman. There was something about her that reminded him of home — of a nebulous past he couldn't quite put together. He wasn't sure which part or why, but it comforted him all the same.

He wished again that he'd championed her as second hunter. It would not do to mention this, now.

"I was thinkin' it must be real strange to be a deer," he replied, honest despite his better instincts. "I wonder what they think about. What all they talk about when they ain't runnin' from us."