Ouroboros Spine Her every thought, her only thought.

The assumption of her family's fate had been unbearable, but to hear it from the mouth of another was something else entirely. Ciri felt the searing heat of her emotion run rampant through her, claw at her from within the hollow of her chest where a whole heart once resided - without fracture, without having been so brutally battered.

Velvet ears splayed backward, pinned firmly to her raven nape as she continued to battle with her body's overwhelming urge to crumble in despair. She wanted for nothing more in that moment than to wish herself away, to disappear and scream into the abyss:

Why her?

Why them?

The swallow wondered what terrible thing she might've done in her short existence to deserve such a devastating blow. Sniffling, trembling, her solemn eyes looked to Kukutux beneath the farrowing of her brow. She spoke of her father, shared news of his vague location, but Ciri didn't understand what she meant with the mention of a name she failed to recognise followed swiftly by the suggestion that Mahler had made attempt to locate his daughters.

"He... what?" the young Ostrega blinked, swallowed, "making a way? What does - what do you mean? Did he come here?"