[ A few hours. His expression is troubled, but he makes no comment. Ciri fusses over him, and perhaps it says something he doesn't protest or try to stop her.
His fingers close around the jar. It itches at him, this looming shadow that only grows. He can't shake it. ]
I'm all right. [ He frowns at her. Will they come for everyone? When he woke up and didn't see her—
He picks at the meat. He knows full well he cannot be everywhere to protect her. But a part of him will always try. ] Don't wander too far.
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His fingers close around the jar. It itches at him, this looming shadow that only grows. He can't shake it. ]
I'm all right. [ He frowns at her. Will they come for everyone? When he woke up and didn't see her—
He picks at the meat. He knows full well he cannot be everywhere to protect her. But a part of him will always try. ] Don't wander too far.