Ouroboros Spine Her every thought, her only thought.

Kukutux. That was her name. Ciri knew she would not have been able to guess anything even similar, and guilt swam in her solemn features as she regarded the duck in silence. She carried on with something unexpected: Nyx had also vanished into the snowstorm, presumably to follow her trail, and failed to return. The young Ostrega lifted her watery yellow eyes to seek the pallid features of her former comrade, curious to see if her words to be veiled by deceit purely to provide the comfort of a lie.

She did not believe her mother would've left Elke alone on Moonspear. If Nyx had not gone back for the first of her daughters, then she had surely perished. If anything, not knowing where her dam's body lay was more painful than believing it to rest alongside her sister on what remained of the last home they'd shared together.

The swallow did not respond to Kukutux' mention of Moonglow, not yet ready to move on from the awful truth of her family's fate. "And my sister," Ciri said, her voice soft as small as she battled with her own flaring emotions, "is she...?"