Romance and sexual interest were two very different things to Ciri. She could not give herself enough freedom to pursue a romance of some manner. The Wild Hunt would eventually find her and that put anyone she loved in danger. They already proved that many times over before she managed to save Geralt.
Ciri had easily followed Jaskier moving them to the next lane. A little mischief had never hurt them before. Well, maybe that one time, but they all got out alive.
"Geralt is always overprotective. Once he accepted that we were fated to be together. That I was destined to be a Witcher alongside him." She smiled softly, perching on the ball return with one leg close to her chest. "He looks out for me because he wants to make sure that when I do become a Witcher that I'll be smart about it."