[It's a subtle little action that she can't even resent him for, because fuck knows if it'd had been Harrow hurt and in someone else's arms she'd likely have reacted with far less grace. She's spent a lifetime tending to her own needs, there's no room in her right now for self-pity, and instead she gently releases her grasp on Ciri to give the other girl and her kinda-sorta-dad some room.]
Look, Geralt's here. It's gonna be okay.
[She says as she slumps down to the ground herself, despite that she's not at all sure that it will be. Geralt doesn't exactly look in the best shape of his life, himself.]
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Look, Geralt's here. It's gonna be okay.
[She says as she slumps down to the ground herself, despite that she's not at all sure that it will be. Geralt doesn't exactly look in the best shape of his life, himself.]