[ Luckily, Ciri's just as comfortable outside. She has no preparations to make; she just shuts the door and joins Aloy, gesturing out toward the training yard. The Keep isn't as large here as it is in real life, but there's still plenty of space to walk, the snow crunching beneath their booths as she leads Aloy up the path. ]

It is. [ She gestures up ahead to the parapets above, in disrepair the way they'd been back home. Bones of great beasts (and some men) can be seen buried and frozen beneath the hard snow, as if become part of the earth. It's an austere-looking place, but when Ciri smiles at it, it's with warmth and fondness. ]

This is Kaer Morhen, the fortress of the Witchers. Geralt made it, and when I arrived here too, I helped. It was a place I considered home when I was a child.