[ His smile is not quite there, but Geralt's shoulders relax. He looks off towards the darkened horizon. Will he? Yes. He will. He always is. Somehow, he finds a way. What other choice has he got? ]
Mm. [ He rests a hand briefly on Jaskier's leg, then picks up the bottle again. ] Ciri is safe. As are you.
[ And Sam and Julie and Nadine. The outcome could have been catastrophic. It wasn't. The weight has not yet lifted—probably won't for a while—but. He'll do what needs to be done, to protect what's most important to him. Sometimes that means choosing one loss over another.
He sits with Jaskier in silence for a bit. Eventually returns inside when the hour is up. It's a slow, painful process—but he can admit, it's better knowing his friend is nearby. ]
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Mm. [ He rests a hand briefly on Jaskier's leg, then picks up the bottle again. ] Ciri is safe. As are you.
[ And Sam and Julie and Nadine. The outcome could have been catastrophic. It wasn't. The weight has not yet lifted—probably won't for a while—but. He'll do what needs to be done, to protect what's most important to him. Sometimes that means choosing one loss over another.
He sits with Jaskier in silence for a bit. Eventually returns inside when the hour is up. It's a slow, painful process—but he can admit, it's better knowing his friend is nearby. ]