[ She freezes up for a moment. Did Jaskier or Nadine ever bother to mention that this Sten they told her about looks so similar to Geralt? She can't remember. Would it have even mattered? It's not like she told them she was going to come do this.

Her hesitation is still there when she slips inside the tent. ] I'd rather not give my name. Sorry.

[ Taking a seat, she straightens her hood and crosses her legs at the knee. It feels like a hand is clenched around her stomach; this is a kind of fear she hasn't felt since the aftermath of Captain Trips, when it was impossible to know who to trust. ]

I don't know what exactly would help y'all. I -- I know a little about the ritual. I know what it some of the... effects are, I guess. Um, I think I know some about the god the others worked out. Nikodaemus or whatever.