[ She wouldn't have offered; Ciri doesn't trust herself portalling anyone else, not after what happened with Viktor, not unless it's an absolute life-or-death emergency and it's safer to take her chances with the Singularity fucking up her powers than to stay. Right now, that's not the case.

She keeps pace with Jayce, ignoring the ache of her badly bruised hip. It's nothing she hasn't had a hundred times over. ]

We were ambushed by some fuckers. Looters or bandits. Doesn't matter. Trapped us in a half-collapsed building, and there was an explosive--

The building came down on Dean. Geralt's getting him out. Don't know in how many crispy pieces.

[ She gives him any more details he asks for on the way, words short and clipped and breathless. Thankfully, it isn't far. And it seems Geralt's gotten Dean out, which is already a relief. ]