[ This is the part that has shaken her the most, and it shows. In front of Geralt, she doesn't really try to hide it. Ciri closes her eyes a moment longer than a blink, summoning up the memory, still so clear. The ice-cold horror she'd felt when she realized what was happening. She can't explain that to anyone else but Geralt, not in a way that they'd understand as well as he would.

Again, Ciri nods, and when she looks up again, her expression is grave and drawn, lips tight. ]

Mm. I--

I was injured. The wildcat got me. Not too bad, but it bled a fair amount.

[ She doesn't bother explaining the other fight, the giant desert bugs with the disgusting not-faces; maybe another time, when talking about the monsters they've encountered is the topic, and not however the fuck her abilities are responding to the Singularity's interference, or whatever it is. ]

I was at the very edge of the crater, where the pull felt strong. When my blood hit the earth, it--

These creatures appeared. Like plants with mouths and horrible little claws.

[ She meets Geralt's gaze, holding it. Certain. ]

They only sprang up where my blood fell. Not Viktor's. Only mine.