Ciri has, much like Jamie, held back with the horses. She stands beside her black mare as Kelpie huffs, digging a hoof into the ground and shakes her head slightly. The youngest of the Wardens in this little odd ball party pets down her mane, cooing gently before returning her seemingly idle game of turning a small knife over in her hands quietly. Although she appears to not be listening to the on-goings of the group, it is further from the truth and simply wishes to appear non-threatening unlike some in the party though she cannot totally blame them considering the situation.

But they are noticeably outnumbered as it stands and she does very much notice this.

Yet she keeps a passive expression as she listens to the exchanges with their group but glance around to those still idling around in the road doing the same as them. It is not hard to notice that all of them are armed in some way which causes Ciri to hum thoughtfully before she cheerfully waves at some of those that are lingering outside of the main group talking. Might as well try and make friends with some of the others if the immediate party proved too sour for those they are speaking with.