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"
Who
is
this
Triss
to
you
?
"
"
What
difference
does
it
make
in
this
situation
?
"
"
In
this
situation
none
.
I
asked
out
of
an
inappropriate
curiosity
born
of
the
desire
to
start
new
rumours
going
around
the
inns
.
But
be
that
as
it
may
,
you
're
mighty
attracted
to
this
enchantress
,
Geralt
.
"
The
witcher
smiled
sadly
.
"
And
the
girl
?
"
Yarpen
indicated
Ciri
with
his
head
as
she
wriggled
under
the
sheepskin
.
"
Yours
?
"
"
Mine
,
"
he
replied
without
thinking
.
"
Mine
,
Zigrin
.
"
The
dawn
was
grey
,
wet
,
and
smelled
of
night
rain
and
morning
mist
.
Ciri
felt
she
had
slept
no
more
than
a
few
minutes
,
as
though
she
had
been
woken
up
the
very
minute
she
lay
her
head
down
on
the
sacks
heaped
on
the
wagon
.
Geralt
was
just
settling
Triss
down
next
to
her
,
having
brought
her
in
from
another
enforced
expedition
into
the
woods
.
The
rugs
cocooning
the
enchantress
sparkled
with
dew
.
Geralt
had
dark
circles
under
his
eyes
.
Ciri
knew
he
had
not
closed
them
for
an
instant
Triss
had
run
a
fever
through
the
night
and
suffered
greatly
.
"
Did
I
wake
you
?
Sorry
.
Sleep
,
Ciri
.
It
's
still
early
.
"
"
What
's
happening
with
Triss
?
How
is
she
?
"
