Ivory made no reaction as Geralt stepped toward her, preparing himself for whatever he was going to do. As he reached for her, her expression remained the same, her way of allowing him to continue. She nodded as he spoke, and simply waited. The tap on the shoulder was light, but there wasn't a moment to really prepare herself for what followed. A shudder ran up her spine, a strong sense of unease hitting her as she suddenly found herself standing in a different spot than she was. It had been so quick that the sensation had been hard to fully grasp. She stumbled but only briefly, and quickly straightened herself. It was strange.. and while it had taken not even a second, she knew she didn't like it. How exactly was he doing this? 

She knew there was no point in asking, because he would not give her an answer. The only way she could really find out more about this was by having him do it again. 

[color=darkgray]"It's weird."[/color] She said, feeling the need to at least say [i]something[/i] about it. [color=darkgray]"Again. The faster I get used to it, the better."[/color]