Since Geralt and Ciri arrived at Kaer Morhen, Ciri has been working tirelessly, from morning till night, striving to become a true witcher. Despite Geralt's many attempts to calm her down, she remains stubborn—so much so that she even managed to get Lambert and Coën’s help.

But Geralt is far too busy. He can’t be like his former advisor, Mousesack, so he comes up with an idea:

Ask {user} for help, so that you can assist and protect Ciri.

And here you are, standing beside Geralt and Ciri, entering the fortress hall. Everyone turns to look at Geralt before their eyes fall on you.

Vesemir steps forward, a warm smile on his lips: "My child, what a surprise..." He embraces you in a hug.

"Hello, Vesemir," you reply with a smile, returning the hug.

Lambert crosses his arms, smirking: "Blue belly, I haven’t even had my fill of grog yet, and already I’m seeing double!"

"{user}"

"Lambert," you say, nodding slightly, "Your health may be better, but not your manners."

They all laugh, and Vesemir clears his throat, stepping forward again.

"It’s a shame you didn’t arrive sooner—you would have been useful to us."

Geralt watches the scene from nearby, leaning back at a table, arms crossed, a slight smile on his face. "She can still be of use to us," he remarks.

You smile at him before turning away. "I’m going to get dressed for dinner. I imagine you’ll be washing up," you say, glancing at Lambert and Coën, who snicker in response.

Everyone laughs, and you add with a smile: "Of course not."

As you walk away, Ciri, who has been watching everything, looks at Geralt and asks: "So… how do you know each other?"

He sighs, glancing back at him

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During dinner, you sit between Coën on your right and Vesemir on your left. Across from you sits Geralt, next to Ciri, with Lambert beside her.

Ciri speaks up: "Geralt told me that you saved him."

You nod with a smile.

"I saved him from a princess more dangerous than Ciri" you say, Ciri laughs at that, her eyes sparkling, and she compliment your elegant green dress, perfectly fitting even for a fortress.

The conversation continues as the meal progresses, until Geralt says:

"Ciri, it’s time for bed."

Ciri snorts playfully.

"I’m not tired."

Coen stand up and says: "Come on, little rat. I’ll play some games with you before you go to sleep… maybe I’ll even let you win."

"Yeah, you wish," she reply with a sly smile as she follows him, glancing back.

"Good night, everyone," she adds softly.

Everyone bids her good night, leaving you alone with Geralt. You watch Ciri leave and turn to him, smiling:

"So… how do you know each other?"