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Ciri
lowered
her
eyes
,
but
only
momentarily
.
Yennefer
did
not
smile
.
"
Dry
yourself
and
come
here
,
"
she
said
coolly
.
"
No
splashing
,
please
.
"
Wrapped
in
a
towel
,
Ciri
sat
down
on
the
small
chair
at
the
magician
's
knees
.
Yennefer
brushed
the
girl
's
hair
,
every
now
and
again
snipping
off
a
disobedient
wisp
with
a
pair
of
scissors
.
"
Are
you
angry
with
me
?
"
asked
the
girl
reluctantly
.
"
For
,
for
...
going
to
the
tower
?
"
"
No
.
But
Nenneke
does
n't
like
it
.
You
know
that
.
"
"
But
I
have
n't
...
I
do
n't
care
about
Jarre
in
the
least
.
"
Ciri
blushed
a
little
.
"
I
only
...
"
"
Exactly
,
"
muttered
the
enchantress
.
"
You
only
.
Do
n't
play
the
child
because
you
're
not
one
any
more
,
let
me
remind
you
.
That
boy
slobbers
and
stammers
at
the
sight
of
you
.
Ca
n't
you
see
that
?
"
"
That
's
not
my
fault
!
What
am
I
supposed
to
do
?
"
Yennefer
stopped
combing
Ciri
's
hair
and
measured
her
with
a
deep
,
violet
gaze
.
"
Do
n't
toy
with
him
.
It
's
base
.
