[ Sam moving towards him takes him a bit aback—but he lets it happen. Yeah. He's glad to see Sam. More so than he expects. They haven't known each other long, but familiar faces—trusted faces—have always been far and few between for him; in this strange world, that's twice the case. Sam looks better, too. Less worried. A relief, no doubt, for Sam to see the people he's been trying to free actually walk out of those dungeons. Geralt's smile isn't near as bright as Sam's, but it's there: a hint of it on his face; a warmth that sits more behind his eyes than anything.
He steps out of the embrace first. It's been, what. A day or so? Cadens feels familiar enough he's not had too much trouble finding his footing: like all overcrowded cities, it's simpler for him to go unnoticed, or at least unremarked upon. And someone's always willing to fork over coin for a job done. Even so, he prefers meeting at nightfall, has kept to the poorer districts where not many pay attention past their own survival. Being here feels tenuous. Too easy. Escape doesn't fall out of the sky. Something's liable to fuck them sooner or later, but. In the meantime, Geralt's ignoring what might loom ahead in favour of solving one problem at a time. A place to stay's been taken care of, at least. Locating Sam. A couple others he'd wanted to look in on, like Kay.
Seeing if he can find news about Yen. Somehow.
He pushes it out of his mind. Glances over at Sam. What remained of the wound on Geralt's leg has healed to a fresh scar by now. Compared to the first time Sam met him, he walks easily again as they head down the street. ] You've settled?
[ If Sam's staying near enough within reach—he could use someone he trusts at his back close by. ]
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He steps out of the embrace first. It's been, what. A day or so? Cadens feels familiar enough he's not had too much trouble finding his footing: like all overcrowded cities, it's simpler for him to go unnoticed, or at least unremarked upon. And someone's always willing to fork over coin for a job done. Even so, he prefers meeting at nightfall, has kept to the poorer districts where not many pay attention past their own survival. Being here feels tenuous. Too easy. Escape doesn't fall out of the sky. Something's liable to fuck them sooner or later, but. In the meantime, Geralt's ignoring what might loom ahead in favour of solving one problem at a time. A place to stay's been taken care of, at least. Locating Sam. A couple others he'd wanted to look in on, like Kay.
Seeing if he can find news about Yen. Somehow.
He pushes it out of his mind. Glances over at Sam. What remained of the wound on Geralt's leg has healed to a fresh scar by now. Compared to the first time Sam met him, he walks easily again as they head down the street. ] You've settled?
[ If Sam's staying near enough within reach—he could use someone he trusts at his back close by. ]