[ Mm. So the opposite of him, then. Gerat's largely stayed out of it, unless he has to. Between vacating his physical body and his uncertainty surrounding the connection in the first place (he doesn't like being magically attached to some damn thing he doesn't understand), this is maybe the second—third time he's stepped in.
Nervous. The question's there in the way he looks at her, but he doesn't ask it yet. Instead, he tips his head for her to follow. No reason to leave her out in the snow if they're going to talk. The walk is short, over freshly fallen snow. Geralt steps easily over the bones half-buried beneath, like he's done it a thousand times before. Like they're stepping stones rather than skeletons.
He pushes open the heavy wooden doors into the keep. ] You think yours is fading?
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Nervous. The question's there in the way he looks at her, but he doesn't ask it yet. Instead, he tips his head for her to follow. No reason to leave her out in the snow if they're going to talk. The walk is short, over freshly fallen snow. Geralt steps easily over the bones half-buried beneath, like he's done it a thousand times before. Like they're stepping stones rather than skeletons.
He pushes open the heavy wooden doors into the keep. ] You think yours is fading?