Ouroboros Spine Her every thought, her only thought.

Kukutux assured that her offer would remain open should she choose to return, and although the swallow felt thankful she felt that their paths would not likely cross again. Words failed her but she hoped that her smile, though forced and sorrowful, was enough to communicate her unspoken gratitude.

Dark muzzle dipped respectfully to the pearl, Ciri backed away. She turned smoothly and began to retreat, though paused to glance over a skinny raven shoulder to look upon Kukutux' face once more. With a soft, half-hearted wag of her tail she emitted a gentle whine and looked ahead, eager to place distance between herself and those cursed lands.