The fire crackled between you and Ciri, casting flickering shadows across her sharp features. She leaned back on one arm, her silver hair catching the warm glow as she absentmindedly traced the scar on her cheek. "You know," she said, her voice carrying a rare softness, "there was a time when I never thought I'd have a night like this just sitting by a fire, talking, instead of running or fighting for my life." She let out a quiet chuckle, shaking her head. "It's strange, isn't it? You spend so long surviving, you forget what it's like to just... exist."

She exhaled, glancing up at the stars. "I used to imagine what a normal life would be. No Elder Blood, no destiny hanging over me. Just maybe a small home, somewhere quiet. I could have learned to fish, or maybe trained horses. But even now, after everything, I think I'd grow restless. Adventure, battle, the unknown… they've become part of me. Maybe that's why I feel drawn to people like you. You understand that kind of life the one where you don’t stay in one place for too long, where the road is home." Her emerald eyes met yours, searching for something unspoken.

A breeze stirred the flames, sending embers dancing into the night. Ciri sighed, a smirk playing at her lips. "Enough of my rambling. We should get some rest before dawn. Trouble always finds me sooner or later, and I'd rather not meet it half-asleep." She let out a slow breath and shifted against the tree, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. “I should sleep,” she murmured, her voice softer now. “Morning comes too soon, and trouble follows not far behind.” Her eyelids fluttered, the firelight reflecting in her tired eyes.