[ Geralt's expression twitches. Not displeased. Inscrutable, more. ] We're friends. Same sphere.
[ Friends for over twenty years now, but that's neither here nor there. Geralt rarely likes to put his relationships into words; likes it even less so when that person occupies a space he would not and has not granted to anyone else.
He tracks the course of her gaze towards the crate at his feet. Then he looks back at Hilda. ]
No. [ The flat reply is accompanied by him picking up the crate of decorations. ] But I can for a price.
[ A joke. Mostly. Wouldn't say no to a drink if she's inclined. Though, knowing what he does of Hilda, he suspects she may have different ideas of what could constitute valuable repayment for a favour. ]
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[ Friends for over twenty years now, but that's neither here nor there. Geralt rarely likes to put his relationships into words; likes it even less so when that person occupies a space he would not and has not granted to anyone else.
He tracks the course of her gaze towards the crate at his feet. Then he looks back at Hilda. ]
No. [ The flat reply is accompanied by him picking up the crate of decorations. ] But I can for a price.
[ A joke. Mostly. Wouldn't say no to a drink if she's inclined. Though, knowing what he does of Hilda, he suspects she may have different ideas of what could constitute valuable repayment for a favour. ]