Ciri is free at last

The sun is already low in the sky when the bindings finally give way. With a final jerk, the restraints fall off and Ciri gasps, relieved and exhausted. Her wrists are red and sore, the imprints of the bindings still visible. But that is insignificant at the moment. Freedom, finally. She gets up, her joints protesting with every movement, but she ignores the pain. Her things lie in front of her, folded and stacked. Ciri takes the pants in her hand and discovers numerous white spots spread all over the fabric. Jareth and Garek must have ejaculated on her clothes. As a parting gift, Ciri thinks. She shrugs, not a trace of surprise on her face. It was clear that something like this would happen.

Her blouse shows a similar pattern. White spots everywhere, luckily not too noticeable on the light fabric. She frowns in puzzlement. How many times have Jareth and Garek done this to my clothes? she wonders. Her boots and her leather corset also bear the same traces. Her eyebrows furrow as she examines the spots. The extent was definitely surprising. Without further hesitation, she puts on the clothes and ignores the spots. She feels the dirt on her skin, the remnants of the bandits, but she just accepts it as part of her reality. The clothes fit just as before, only a bit dirtier. She slips into the boots, fastens her belt, and reaches for her sword. With a final scrutinizing glance at her clothes, she mounts Kelpie. She feels the sticky spots on her skin and clothes, but she has to endure it. At least until she finds a river and can cleanse herself. She urges Kelpie deeper into the forest, away from the traces of the bandits and hopefully towards a place where she can wash.