"You spoil him," Ciri corrects, her point made immediately as Geralt produces a bit of fish specifically for the beast.
Of course, the gift isn't exactly a surprise, at least in that she knew it had something to do with her medallion. Geralt made the right choice, asking her instead of trying to take it without her noticing, so Ciri has been waiting patiently (and with some considerably excitement) to see what he's come up with.
When she takes the parcel and unwraps it, she turns the medallion over in her hands, newly cleaned and polished. And enchanted.
The significance of the gesture doesn't need to be explained. Ciri swallows, finding her throat a little tight.
"Thank you, Geralt." She holds it up against her chest, leaning away and turning her head to let him reach the back of her neck, where she's holding up the clasps. "Help me put it on?"
Not because she can't do it on her own. It just feels more right this way.
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Of course, the gift isn't exactly a surprise, at least in that she knew it had something to do with her medallion. Geralt made the right choice, asking her instead of trying to take it without her noticing, so Ciri has been waiting patiently (and with some considerably excitement) to see what he's come up with.
When she takes the parcel and unwraps it, she turns the medallion over in her hands, newly cleaned and polished. And enchanted.
The significance of the gesture doesn't need to be explained. Ciri swallows, finding her throat a little tight.
"Thank you, Geralt." She holds it up against her chest, leaning away and turning her head to let him reach the back of her neck, where she's holding up the clasps. "Help me put it on?"
Not because she can't do it on her own. It just feels more right this way.