A witcher could be explained at a different time, for now it was not as important as helping out the man for his first date. Ciri did not have the best history of knowing how to date nor the best examples in her life on the subject either, but she remembered Triss talking about romantic moments and Jaskier had lots of stories from all the romance of the past.
He could kill her right there and she would regret nothing. That shy smile, that first utterance of their relationship was worth it to see. "It sounds nice. It's not hard to see how much he means to you and I've just met you."
Fingers grazed over the leaves of the plants he had gestured toward. She had never been much good with plant magic. Her source clamoured toward fire with such ferocity that it had been harder to get a hold of when she first learned to use magic. Not that control had been an ease road for any of her natural aptitudes.
"Is he an artist then?" Broody men and their artists was something Ciri understood. It was her type too.