Ciri can't quite stop... pouting, really, complaining about how she was confined to her room again last night, how she was left to be bored all on her own after waiting for months for winter to come so she could see the pack — and all because the men wanted to "spar" without any "cubs" around.

"There are — heh — there are weapons for kids and weapons for adults, Princess, and nights are definitely for adult weapons," Lambert tells her over breakfast, thinking, probably, that that's supposed to deter Ciri.

She gets up, glaring at Lambert and ignoring Geralt's low chuckling, and when she's made it around to the other side of the table, she wriggles and pushes her way into sprawling over Geralt's and Lambert's laps and, with the prissiest voice she has, says, "Are you sure? Because I'm a pretty fast learner, you know."