[He doesn't mean to laugh, he just. Does. It squeaks out before he can bite his lip and take it back, moving into a cough before he rights himself. Luckily his food was gone so he didn't end up dropping it in the fit. Perhaps if Ciri knew of the Zerrikanians he'd met prior to his little kidnapping, she would know he does not underestimate the image of a (beautiful) woman with a sword.]
What, do you think it's my place to tell any bloody person who can or can't kill a monster? I'm more imagining him! Finally taking responsibility! Gods, you don't know --
[How hard he tried to avoid the guilt of having a child of surprise. That would be in very poor taste to say, so he doesn't. Despite his annoyance with Ciri the night before, he has no ill will against her. (Also, he's fairly sure she could beat the shit out of him.)]
You are like him sometimes. It surprises me. That... [He trails off again. He has so many thoughts about it. Perhaps this is why Geralt has offered so little on his opinion of Ciri as well. It must be a lot for him to take in the idea he raised the princess to... to hunt monsters. So much so, or at least for so long, that she sometimes sounds just like him. The way they'd laid together, he could see it. He could see edges of his friend in her.
He drops that thread and picks up a new one, looking at her with amusement.]
Oh, stop, you can quit all that defensive posturing. As far as I understand, it's chemically impossible. Mechanically, who am I to say? I'm a bard, not a Witcher. Geralt wouldn't have wasted his time if it wasn't possible. And you more than look as if you know your way around a sword. [He snaps his fingers.] Ah, the downside! The downside being now we need... two swords. So that is going to take a bit more work than I planned for prior.
[He can't help but think what that beautiful girl Pavetta would think of her daughter, if she knew. Surely Calanthe would have lauded having a granddaughter hunting monsters. Or was that beneath a princess? Probably. Calanthe would have her killing men, not monsters. Gods, it made a wonderful ballad, though.]
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What, do you think it's my place to tell any bloody person who can or can't kill a monster? I'm more imagining him! Finally taking responsibility! Gods, you don't know --
[How hard he tried to avoid the guilt of having a child of surprise. That would be in very poor taste to say, so he doesn't. Despite his annoyance with Ciri the night before, he has no ill will against her. (Also, he's fairly sure she could beat the shit out of him.)]
You are like him sometimes. It surprises me. That... [He trails off again. He has so many thoughts about it. Perhaps this is why Geralt has offered so little on his opinion of Ciri as well. It must be a lot for him to take in the idea he raised the princess to... to hunt monsters. So much so, or at least for so long, that she sometimes sounds just like him. The way they'd laid together, he could see it. He could see edges of his friend in her.
He drops that thread and picks up a new one, looking at her with amusement.]
Oh, stop, you can quit all that defensive posturing. As far as I understand, it's chemically impossible. Mechanically, who am I to say? I'm a bard, not a Witcher. Geralt wouldn't have wasted his time if it wasn't possible. And you more than look as if you know your way around a sword. [He snaps his fingers.] Ah, the downside! The downside being now we need... two swords. So that is going to take a bit more work than I planned for prior.
[He can't help but think what that beautiful girl Pavetta would think of her daughter, if she knew. Surely Calanthe would have lauded having a granddaughter hunting monsters. Or was that beneath a princess? Probably. Calanthe would have her killing men, not monsters. Gods, it made a wonderful ballad, though.]