"Geralt!" the little girl repeated, clinging to the Witcher's chest.
"You've found me! I knew you would! I always knew! I knew you'd find me!"
"Ciri," said the Witcher.
Yurga could not see his face hidden among the mousy hair. He saw hand in black gloves squeezing the girl's back and shoulders.
"You found me! Oh, Geralt! I was waiting all the time! For so very long…We'll be together now, won't we? Now we'll be together, won't we? Geralt! Forever! Say it!"
"Forever, Ciri."
"It's like they said, Geralt! It's like they said! Am I your destiny? Say it! Am I your destiny?"
Yurga saw the Witcher's eyes. And was very astonished. He heard his wife's soft weeping, felt the trembling of her shoulders. He looked at the Witcher and waited, tensed, for his answer. He knew he would not understand it, but he waited for it. And heard it.
"You're much more than that, Ciri. Much more."