"Ancestors guide me," Rachette mutters, grabbing onto Ciri's other hand, "I haven't lost my Stone sense yet. We could have sent someone to scout ahead and warn anyone of any rocks or roots to trip over."

Not that she's not a fan of going in the sneaky way. It's just that the sneaky way usually involves less talking? Usually. And holding hands is for kids grumble mumble.

"At least someone's got an idea how to treat kidnapped rescued child princes. I'm a little more worried about what happens when he starts growing up. Or when people realize their prince is gone."