[ Quieting, Ciri buries her face in her cup too, taking small sips while it's still hot. She looks away, feeling-- it's stupid, but she feels a little nervous, almost. For what? There's no reason. Jaskier is enjoying her gift. They are enjoying each other's company, just as she'd hoped.

But she knows she hasn't... explained. And it's difficult to figure out how. ]

You... [ Ciri begins after a minute or so of silence, nudging her cup around for something to do with her hands while she searches for the words as if they might appear in her drink. She tries again. ]

You stayed. When I needed you. You gave me more than you give yourself credit for.

Of course you're worth it.

[ She doesn't mean this, precisely. Not only this. There's... so much more. ]

You deserve to hear it said.