He smiles faintly at that. It fades at the edges when she speaks up next. Is there anyone.
"No," he replies. He wants to explain more, but finds he can't.
His hand rises unconsciously to brush the medallion against his chest. He's aware the Kaer Morhen he's created is not a replacement for what he's left behind on the Continent. It's one of the only things he feels as if he's left behind. Yennefer, Jaskier, Ciri. They are here. But what remains of his brothers are not. It's been over three months. Winter has nearly passed back home. The frost will melt soon. And he will not have arrived, as he should've. They will set off, in spring, with one less of their own.
(He can't know, either, if he would've been the only one to have not made it. Every winter, it's simply a matter of waiting, during the first week or two. Watching the door.)
He tries to push past it, before she can ask more. "There is a friend, of sorts. You'll like him. He's furry."
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"No," he replies. He wants to explain more, but finds he can't.
His hand rises unconsciously to brush the medallion against his chest. He's aware the Kaer Morhen he's created is not a replacement for what he's left behind on the Continent. It's one of the only things he feels as if he's left behind. Yennefer, Jaskier, Ciri. They are here. But what remains of his brothers are not. It's been over three months. Winter has nearly passed back home. The frost will melt soon. And he will not have arrived, as he should've. They will set off, in spring, with one less of their own.
(He can't know, either, if he would've been the only one to have not made it. Every winter, it's simply a matter of waiting, during the first week or two. Watching the door.)
He tries to push past it, before she can ask more. "There is a friend, of sorts. You'll like him. He's furry."