Ciri is enamored by the displays in the museum. History in live form. Well. Almost.

She’s lingering at one of the informational plaques when a light flashes from the edge of her periphery. She lets out a soft gasp and spins to face the intruder. A portal? Maybe, she didn’t quite catch her tumble out of wherever she’d come from.

“Are you—” the rest of her words are gone like smoke on the wind when she takes the older woman in. “That… medallion. Where did you get it?” She can’t quite take her eyes off of it.