[ Ciri's sitting on a bench in the university park while she waits, unbothered by the delay. She has her sketchbook against the arm of the bench, one knee up with her heel on the edge of the seat. There are some idle doodles of birds on the page, a slightly misshapen squirrel with an extra-long tail.
When Hilda approaches, Ciri looks up with a smile. The 'stranger' line turns it into a pout. ]
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When Hilda approaches, Ciri looks up with a smile. The 'stranger' line turns it into a pout. ]
Aw, come now. It hasn't been that long.
[ She lets her leg down, making room. ]
You want to sit, or go for a walk?