[ The steady, low roar of the ocean fills the air as they reach the inn, and Julie smiles when she sees the place. Luckily, she's looking at a painting while Geralt pays. She follows him upstairs.
In the room, she immediately puts up the wards that she keeps on her own home and bedroom -- security, soundproofing. They're the only non-Abraxan magic she knows, runes that Wanda taught to her months and months ago. They probably aren't strong enough to hold against a particularly determined enemy, but they're decent basic safeguards anyway.
She turns when he speaks, and her head is slightly cocked as if he's said something silly. ]
No. [ In a few steps, she crosses the room and wraps her arms around his neck. She kisses him like she has been waiting to do it, clutching tightly at his hair. ]
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In the room, she immediately puts up the wards that she keeps on her own home and bedroom -- security, soundproofing. They're the only non-Abraxan magic she knows, runes that Wanda taught to her months and months ago. They probably aren't strong enough to hold against a particularly determined enemy, but they're decent basic safeguards anyway.
She turns when he speaks, and her head is slightly cocked as if he's said something silly. ]
No. [ In a few steps, she crosses the room and wraps her arms around his neck. She kisses him like she has been waiting to do it, clutching tightly at his hair. ]