[ When Geralt sits beside her, Ciri takes the silent invitation with great relief; her shoulders relax slightly, something in her chest loosening. She breathes out, shifting her weight to lean against him, and blinks back the tears that blur her vision again suddenly at the fresh rush of emotions too unwieldy and mixed to name.
Even if things are different by necessity and the distance of time, even if she is still unfamiliar, she doesn't feel like a stranger anymore. It's still not entirely comfortable, but it's not uncomfortable either. A slow progression. Trust extended. A fragile spark of happiness in a well of uncertainty and worry.
She smiles, lifting her head to watch Jaskier's movements, with the weight of her shoulder still leaning against Geralt's. Her other arm extends to take the bottle when it's offered.
Ciri is not shy. She pushes the cork out of the way with her thumb, letting it fall to the ground (this bottle is not going to stay full long enough to need to be sealed up again), and raises it in a vague gesture of toasting. ]
To Jaskier's sticky fingers.
[ She takes a long, enthusiastic swallow. And then another, pulling away from the bottle with a sigh. Trying not to drink her whole share at once before handing it off to Geralt. ]
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Even if things are different by necessity and the distance of time, even if she is still unfamiliar, she doesn't feel like a stranger anymore. It's still not entirely comfortable, but it's not uncomfortable either. A slow progression. Trust extended. A fragile spark of happiness in a well of uncertainty and worry.
She smiles, lifting her head to watch Jaskier's movements, with the weight of her shoulder still leaning against Geralt's. Her other arm extends to take the bottle when it's offered.
Ciri is not shy. She pushes the cork out of the way with her thumb, letting it fall to the ground (this bottle is not going to stay full long enough to need to be sealed up again), and raises it in a vague gesture of toasting. ]
To Jaskier's sticky fingers.
[ She takes a long, enthusiastic swallow. And then another, pulling away from the bottle with a sigh. Trying not to drink her whole share at once before handing it off to Geralt. ]