[ For awhile, he's silent. Ciri leans against him and he watches the flickering candles. The sun has well set now; the sound of drunkards can be heard clear through the walls. He wishes there was somewhere safe he could take her. Somewhere he knows she'll be protected. Home.
There isn't. There's just here. This overflowing city. Him and Jaskier, and Yennefer on the other side of the continent.
They're free, but it doesn't entirely feel it. The confines of this world still press down around him. ]
You will. [ It's quiet, but firm. She may not know now, but if there's one thing he would've taught her, it's that there's always a way. Of moving on. Of finding your footing again, even after the world has stolen all it can from you. ] And I'm here for you. When you need me.
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There isn't. There's just here. This overflowing city. Him and Jaskier, and Yennefer on the other side of the continent.
They're free, but it doesn't entirely feel it. The confines of this world still press down around him. ]
You will. [ It's quiet, but firm. She may not know now, but if there's one thing he would've taught her, it's that there's always a way. Of moving on. Of finding your footing again, even after the world has stolen all it can from you. ] And I'm here for you. When you need me.