Princess

As Ciri is now a champion for the Tri-Wizard tournament she doesn't have to attend any of her classes, instead she's pulled along to the room of requirement by Reima who looks like he has a couple things to say to her.

Reima opens the door to the room of requirement and enters, Ciri looks around confused as it's not the normal Colosseum that they usually train in, instead it's Dumbledore's office? Reima walks in and sits himself in the headmasters chair and gestures for Ciri to sit in the one opposite.

Ciri "Is this role-play? Because I'm not into you playing the Headmaster." she jokes to try and settle her nerves.

Reima scoffs at her, "No, it's just that if you're going to act like a spoiled child then I better start treating you like one."

Ciri frowns at him when he says this, "I do not! I think you might have forgotten which of us is older."

Reima "Older or not, you've been acting like I owe you something for a while now, so I ask you again... Sit." he says in a dull tone.

Ciri doesn't wish to do as he says but standing here and refusing would only prove his point, reluctantly she sits into the smaller chair and lays Snuffles on the desk.

Reima looks at her for a minute or so which causes her to shuffle under his unwavering gaze, "Ciri, do you not trust me?"

Ciri looks at him strangely, of course she... Trusts him? Actually she isn't sure, with her past experiences she found it extraordinarily hard to trust anyone, let alone Reima who she'd only known for a month. Yes, she'd slowly been getting to know him and from his actions he clearly didn't have any bad intentions towards her, but the questions was still quite difficult to answer. "Yes." she says, unassuredly.

Reima can see her weird reaction but doesn't comment on it, "So you do? Then why did you refuse to do what I asked of you?"

Ciri "Because I thought you didn't need to." she states.

Reima "Don't lie to me, I want to know what possessed you to do something so stupid!?" his voice raises unintentionally.

Ciri "What's stupid about it? I just want to compete!"

Reima "What's stupid? Do you know what the first task is?" She shakes her head, "You have to fight past a dragon and capture a golden egg from it's clutch! How are you going to do that without using your Elder Blood abilities or magic not seen before in this world?"

She goes to reply but the words halt in her throat, they want us to fight dragons? Even Geralt wouldn't dare to fight them one on one, and yet they were expecting teenagers with little practical experience to survive this task?

Reima "So you see the problem? Either you have to use advanced magic not from this world or attract the Wild Hunt to you. With your current level of this worlds magic I highly doubt you'll be able to find a solution for this!"

Ciri slowly nods, trying to think of a way to actually complete the task. Without using her special abilities she highly doubted she'd make it out without being reduced to cinders.

Reima "This isn't the part that bothers me the most though! It's the fact that you betrayed my trust! You complete went against me for no other reason than to satisfy your own ego!"

Ciri shakes her head, "It's not because of that, I just wanted you to stop holding back with me!" she shouts.

Reima looks at her confused, "holding back?"

Ciri "Yes! You show me all these amazing abilities and yet you're only teaching me Pyromancy, why wouldn't you show me your other techniques if you weren't holding back?"

Reima's brows furrow and he thinks over what he'd just heard, she thought that his other abilities including his strength was something that could be learned? He was teaching her Pyromancy and she wanted more? It's an insulting proposition, and that's not even mentioning the fact that teaching Pyromancy literally means sharing your soul.

Reima "Apologise now or we're done." he states blankly.

Ciri "What? Apologise for what?"

Reima "You're taking everything I've given and done for you for granted, you really think I can teach you the majority of my abilities? No! Most of them were stolen from the worlds I have visited, as a result they're doomed to a slow death from the lack of those extraordinary resources. And if you don't wish to learn Pyromancy then that's fine! I don't have to teach you."

Ciri "But!-" She's cut off by Reima who asks once again. "Apologise!"

...

She slumps in her seat and looks down, contemplative. She hadn't really considered Reima's feelings on everything that'd happened, she thought he'd start acting like Avallac'h as he seemed to have some sort of agenda, why else would he coerce her into staying in this world? Then again, she could see why he'd stay if what he said about this "Voldemort" was true...

Ciri "Sorry." she says, quietly.

Reima hears it clearly, "What did you say?"

Ciri raises her voice, "I'm sorry alright!"