Get to know herself. That's been the hard part. Ciri doesn't know what her identity is anymore, if she ever knew at all. From princess, to sorceress/witcher, to... whatever this world is doing to her.

Jaskier's favorite girls are focused on the conversation, so they don't see him come back. He catches on pretty quickly, and he's actually surprised to hear that Midge doesn't regret having her children. Not what he expected.

Ciri is his priority now, though. Jaskier sits next to her and startles her, causing her to squeal a little.

"Jask, I haven't done anything, I promise--"

"Come here, my pocket princess." He hugs her tight and rubs her back, so Ciri buries her face in his chest. She's rather embarrassed. "I know I tease a lot, but if you ever need to talk about this seriously, you just have to ask me. I promise you have my confidence." He kisses the top of Ciri's head. "That said, I'm proud of you for seeking help instead of bottling it up." He looks at Midge with a soft smile. "Thank you, love."

Ciri looks up as well, nodding to Jaskier's words. "Thank you, Midge. Sorry I put you on the spot."