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"
Can
I
draw
on
it
now
?
"
"
Wait
.
Oh
,
it
's
a
devilishly
strong
pocket
.
It
's
pulsating
violently
.
Be
careful
,
ugly
one
.
Draw
on
it
carefully
and
very
,
very
slowly
.
"
I
'm
not
frightened
!
Pah-pah
!
I
'm
a
witcher
.
Ha
!
I
feel
it
!
I
feel
...
Ooouuuch
!
Lady
...
Ye
...
nnnne
...
feeeeer
...
"
"
Damn
it
!
I
warned
you
!
I
told
you
!
Head
up
!
Up
,
I
say
!
Take
this
and
put
it
to
your
nose
or
you
'll
be
covered
in
blood
!
Calmly
,
calmly
,
little
one
,
just
do
n't
faint
.
I
'm
beside
you
.
I
'm
beside
you
...
daughter
.
Hold
the
handkerchief
.
I
'll
just
conjure
up
some
ice
...
"
There
was
a
great
fuss
about
that
small
amount
of
blood
.
Yennefer
and
Nenneke
did
not
talk
to
each
other
for
a
week
.
For
a
week
,
Ciri
lazed
around
,
read
books
and
got
bored
because
the
magician
had
put
her
studies
on
hold
.
The
girl
did
not
see
her
for
entire
days
--
Yennefer
disappeared
somewhere
at
dawn
,
returned
in
the
evening
,
looked
at
her
strangely
and
was
oddly
taciturn
.
After
a
week
,
Ciri
had
had
enough
.
In
the
evening
,
when
the
enchantress
returned
,
she
went
up
to
her
without
a
word
and
hugged
her
hard
.
Yennefer
was
silent
.
For
a
very
long
time
.
She
did
not
have
to
speak
.
Her
fingers
,
clasping
the
girl
's
shoulders
tightly
,
spoke
for
her
.
The
following
day
,
the
high
priestess
and
the
lady
magician
made
up
,
having
talked
for
several
hours
.
