[ He sighs. She isn't wrong. There is no solution, not in the sense she's asking. And he isn't interested in one; that's not what he means. Ciri is who she is. He wants to keep her safe. All of her. Even if what she is occasionally leads to strange creatures that spring out the ground where her blood has spilled.

It's fine. (He has a headache.) He'll take care of it. Somehow. ]

Good. [ He doesn't ask about that, either. She must've teleported again. Landed not in Cadens, but close enough. Aquila isn't the middle of the desert. They can find a wagon, hitch a ride with a merchant. At least she and Viktor have not been separated. That would be an entirely complicated issue, one he isn't letting himself dwell on because it didn't happen. ] When you're returned to Cadens, tell me. And Ciri...

[ He pauses. ] You know I won't let anything happen to you. But I also taught you how to protect yourself and others. Viktor's in safe hands with you.

[ He knows it may not feel that way to her at the moment. But the truth is, the unpredictable nature of her Chaos is, in its essence, not much different than the times when he misread a monster, missed signs he should've seen. Was sidelined by something out of fucking nowhere. There's only so much you can account for. She's kept the two of them in one piece. That's what's important. ]