Noctisardor Bypass I'm going to tear this city down without you.

Shyness. Ciri was no stranger to hesitation, to avoiding interaction with others - especially strangers. She smiled softly as her father offered this explanation for their pack-mate's distance, a quiet sorrow in the way it did not quite reach her eyes, but she tried not to dwell on the fear that her presence was unwanted.

As though in attempt to bolster the young Ostrega's spirits, he spoke of his hope that Laurel might approach. Ciri did not share his optimism, and instead tried to look on the bright side: her Papa was here, and she was not alone.

"Maybe we could leave this somewhere she'll find it?" Ciri suggested, yellow eyes bright as they turned to survey their surroundings, "does she have a den around here?"