[ The spiderweb beneath his palms is frosted. His gaze snaps immediately towards Ciri's voice. Relief washes over him. As long as she's all right, nothing else matters. He can see the snow-covered ground ahead. The thinned atmosphere tells him they're up high. Mountain peaks. The sun shines—rising above the horizon.
Fuck if he hasn't missed the sun.
He nods at Ciri. She obviously knows the woman; he lets Ciri guide her off the ice first. He can afford to fall in. Frankly, a Witcher defeated by some frigid waters would be downright embarrassing.
Shadow beneath is a bit more questionable, though. It's not small. Mm.
One of those bridges they hopefully needn't cross. ]
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Fuck if he hasn't missed the sun.
He nods at Ciri. She obviously knows the woman; he lets Ciri guide her off the ice first. He can afford to fall in. Frankly, a Witcher defeated by some frigid waters would be downright embarrassing.
Shadow beneath is a bit more questionable, though. It's not small. Mm.
One of those bridges they hopefully needn't cross. ]