Returning from her long morning ride with Kelpie, Ciri is thoroughly exhausted. There hasn't been much time to train with her horse given the nature of missions so far but she will not let her mounted combat skills wane despite the lack of charging into battle recently. Her arm, mangled by the Wolf in the rescue mission a month prior, is still wrapped up but finally beginning to feel better after the horrid events from that mission.

Still, she cannot help itching at the bandages like a child and frowning. It'll be good when she can finally take this thing off and get the stitches removed before sailed into 'taking things into her own hands' territory. The familiar sounds of a certain child's laughter catches her attention, slowing her walk with Kelpie to glance around and grin upon spying a familiar little prince.

He's safer here. That had been her thoughts since taking him from that fortress in the Anderfels and it was good to see, for once, there was truth to that. She never wanted to see the sad boy she had briefly glimpsed on that long ride back to Skyhold as he talked about his parents and the aftermath of the Warden takeover. Mostly though, she is just happy to see him. He's one of the few reasons she can smile after such a harsh month.

It's why she cannot help waving happily with her good hand in Baldewin's direction.