[ Geralt stumbles to his feet with her, gripping the wall with one hand and the tracker in the other. ]
No. It's too dangerous.
[ He doesn't only mean the risk of where she may end up. She's wounded, no one will know where the fuck she's gotten to, and how in the hell is he to find her from here?
The irony is, had she told him of the tracker and made an effort to portal out before the altar, he may have been convinced. Ciri was unharmed. She could easily journey as far as she needed to. Now, with himself barely on his feet and Ciri feverish, sporting deep lacerations—
But staying isn't an option, either. There are no good choices; not for the first time, he feels impossibly torn, and none of this would be a problem if Ciri had simply stayed put. Safe. The way she was supposed to. ]
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No. It's too dangerous.
[ He doesn't only mean the risk of where she may end up. She's wounded, no one will know where the fuck she's gotten to, and how in the hell is he to find her from here?
The irony is, had she told him of the tracker and made an effort to portal out before the altar, he may have been convinced. Ciri was unharmed. She could easily journey as far as she needed to. Now, with himself barely on his feet and Ciri feverish, sporting deep lacerations—
But staying isn't an option, either. There are no good choices; not for the first time, he feels impossibly torn, and none of this would be a problem if Ciri had simply stayed put. Safe. The way she was supposed to. ]