[ Took her reignites a fire in Geralt's eyes, burning away what's left of his clouded confusion. He's still fucking confused, but none of that makes a damn difference when Ciri is. Gone. Again.
He stumbles to his feet. Lines of annoyance etch into his forehead. Kill him next? He isn't going to kill the man. (It's a fair concern, given Steve.) ] Shut up.
[ The harshness is unintended, for once, but Geralt doesn't notice, never mind bothers to retract it. In fact, his attention isn't on Istredd at all. He's staring ahead, as though he hears something. Does hear something. A voice, familiar—
no subject
He stumbles to his feet. Lines of annoyance etch into his forehead. Kill him next? He isn't going to kill the man. (It's a fair concern, given Steve.) ] Shut up.
[ The harshness is unintended, for once, but Geralt doesn't notice, never mind bothers to retract it. In fact, his attention isn't on Istredd at all. He's staring ahead, as though he hears something. Does hear something. A voice, familiar—
Ciri. He rushes off without a word. ]