The mansion was abandoned. She had made sure to check before setting food on the grounds, searched for any sign that the house was inhabited-- but lady luck was with her. No vehicle, no lights, not a single person left the grand building, and while not being that set on staying there for the night— Ciri hadn't seen a mailman pass by to deliver something in the mailbox. Which could mean it had come when she wasn't looking, but she doubted it.
There was nothing wrong with spending yet another night in her van of course. Nothing, save for the incessant rain-- and the tiny leak right before her bed and loud splattering noise when it met the metal roof of her car. Ciri was quite fond of rain. Just not when she wanted to sleep.
The mansion was a welcome alternative, not too dilapidated --judging from outside-- and would ensure a pleasant night.
Since she was in a moderately big city, it might be better to have a look at the leak in her roof as well, she mused to herself. If there wouldn't occur any further problems (such as neighbours reporting to the police that a strange individual was staying in the house), she could miss her van for a day or two.
The ravenette was clever enough to wait until nightfall to enter the building-- the darkness shielded her from possible curious eyes, as well as the pouring rain.
The short walk from her van to the entrance of the house, as well as the time it took her to find a way to enter, made that she was soaked and cold to the bone once inside.
But the house was rather warm and dry, and upon testing the lights, Ciri could conclude that even the electricity still worked. Almost too good to be true.
Such thoughts didn't discourage her. If something ended up being wrong, than that was her bad luck and she'd get over it; find a different place to stay or, heck, spend another sleepless night in her car.
She didn't want to draw attention, so her bed was made in the living room, on a dusty sofa that creaked loudly in protest to her weight when she lay on it. The girl took little time to admire the building. It was late, she tired (most of her clothes she had hung out on the table to dry), and the sofa too comfortable to keep her eyes open any longer. There'd be time to explore later.
And she'd bring her van in for repairs, do some shopping-- yes, that all sounded nice.
Her dreams that night were laced with soothing images of her and her creator, who she proudly told of the many adventures she had experienced in the time they had been apart. Like every dream Ciri had of him, he looked exactly the way he had fifteen years ago. She never thought it strange.