Ciri's eyes lit with delight at his illusion. "Yes, very much like that." Her hand reaching out while she balanced on the rope alongside him to try to touch the ears to see what kind of magic he used to create them. The elves of her realms were extremely easy on the eyes, delicate in appearance yet full of strength and magic. It had always saddened her that nonhumans were treated so poorly by Nilfgaardian's and Northern Kingdoms. But then, her original home was a part of Skellige, which revered Aen Seidhe as their original inhabitants.
The lack of magical footwear did not stop Ciri from trying. As a Source, she was an intensely magical creature herself, but she still had human flaws- which had been the Aen Elle's issue with her and the sudden desire by the Wild Hunt to capture her.
Her smile never faltered as she tried to figure out why he made no tension on the rope from his weight. Magical gear in her world did not have such features, though they would be extremely useful. "He is a very keen and clever deity. When one parts ways, they say 'may the eye of Loki watch you always'. To represent a sharp eye towards one's environment."