Madison Valley was strange and held strange magic. At least she had family there now. Jaskier and Geralt were both with her and she couldn't ask for more. Not that she'd ever ask for Yennefer, but her adoptive father might actively like that. Or Jaskier would. They'd have an adult around. Okay, she'd actually like it, to a point, too. Since Yennefer could continue helping her with her chaos.
She has no clue where in the world she was even going. Between that and Noelle checking her phone they nearly run into one another. If any of the latte was spilled on her she barely feels it. She's been through worse than hot latte.
"Does that happen often?"
Running into people, that was. The fifteen year old princess was merely curious. She'd seen far too many things in one day, as it was.