Nova Peak If I'm to have regrets, let them be for deeds and actions.

For over a month, her daughter had been building barriers. Nyx, inexperienced still in the rearing of her daughters but determined not to push them away, hoped fiercely that Ciri's quiet spell would be a phase she would soon grow out of. 

Alas, things were never quite so simple for the lioness. With each passing day, more recently after the attack on Mahler, she feared losing little pieces of what made Ciri who she was. More than anything she wanted to reach out, offer a shoulder to lean on, a sympathetic ear - but the opportunity never seemed to come around and nor did Ciri seek such comfort.

Lifting her head, Nyx watched as the darkest of her daughter ventured quietly from their rendezvous that evening. Elke had settled for the night, so the tawny wolfess trailed from her snoozing stoneflower to pursue Ciri upward toward the higher slopes.

"Hey," she crooned as the youngster's tracks led her to the very same ledge where a poor attempt had been made to share her feelings with Mahler. Nyx' heart skipped an uncomfortable beat at the memory of this exchange, and cast is aside as quickly as it had come; this precious time would be dedicated to Ciri. "It's quite a view, isn't it?"