[ Ciri, more shaken by the fact she nearly portaled into the fucking wall apparently than because of the injuries at this point, waits for his 'I told you so.' Of course her powers aren't reliable, but she'd really thought--
Geralt doesn't bother scolding her. At least not right now. Ciri doesn't bother continuing the argument either, her mishap having sobered her enough to cut through whatever misguided surge of overconfidence had gripped her earlier. Wilting a little under his gaze as he checks her over, she just hands over the pick. ]
<3 fin!
Geralt doesn't bother scolding her. At least not right now. Ciri doesn't bother continuing the argument either, her mishap having sobered her enough to cut through whatever misguided surge of overconfidence had gripped her earlier. Wilting a little under his gaze as he checks her over, she just hands over the pick. ]
... yeah. Okay.
[ She's suddenly just very tired. ]