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"
Hurry
up
if
you
want
to
go
fishing
because
dusk
is
just
round
the
corner
,
"
said
Yarpen
.
"
Ciri
,
is
the
water
hot
yet
?
Leave
it
,
leave
it
,
you
'll
burn
yourself
and
get
dirty
from
the
cauldron
.
I
know
you
're
strong
but
let
me
--
I
'll
carry
it
.
"
Geralt
was
already
waiting
for
them
;
they
could
see
his
white
hair
through
the
gap
in
the
canvas
covering
the
wagon
from
afar
.
The
dwarf
poured
the
water
into
the
bucket
.
"
Need
any
help
,
witcher
?
"
"
No
,
thank
you
,
Yarpen
.
Ciri
will
help
.
"
Triss
was
no
longer
running
a
high
temperature
but
she
was
extremely
weak
.
Geralt
and
Ciri
were
,
by
now
,
efficient
at
undressing
and
washing
her
.
They
had
also
learned
to
temper
her
ambitious
but
,
at
present
,
unrealistic
attempts
to
manage
on
her
own
.
They
coped
exceptionally
well
--
he
supported
the
enchantress
in
his
arms
,
Ciri
washed
and
dried
her
.
Only
one
thing
had
started
to
surprise
and
annoy
Ciri
--
Triss
,
in
her
opinion
,
snuggled
up
to
Geralt
too
tightly
.
This
time
she
was
even
trying
to
kiss
him
.
Geralt
indicated
the
magician
's
saddle-bags
with
his
head
.
Ciri
understood
immediately
because
this
,
too
,
was
part
of
the
ritual
Triss
always
demanded
to
have
her
hair
combed
.
She
found
the
comb
and
knelt
down
beside
her
.
Triss
,
lowering
her
head
towards
her
,
put
her
arms
around
the
witcher
.
In
Ciri
's
opinion
,
definitely
a
little
too
tightly
.
"
Oh
,
Geralt
,
"
she
sobbed
.
"
I
so
regret
...
I
so
regret
that
what
was
between
us
-
"
"
Triss
,
please
.
"
