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

The moment that emotion started to pool in the corners of Ciri's bright gaze, Nyx did not hesitate. She swept low, reached for her baby with only a desire to comfort and crooned to her in a low, rumbling sound as she aimed to tug her closer with a flaxen paw. Nose pressed snug to the tufted raven fur behind the blackbird's lobe, she squeezed her own eyes closed and sucked in a deep breath to compose herself, so desperate she felt to keep herself from sobbing in response to her daughter's visible turmoil.

"I'm here," the lioness murmured to her cub as she curled close. "Talk to me, Ciri. Tell me what's wrong, and what I can do to make it better."