[ Geralt would've been satisfied to leave the conversation there. Does it help to tell Sam? Yes and no. He isn't sure what it resolved. And yet, he is learning that not everything needs to be so for him to find a reason to say it.
Despite his penchant for solitude, he's often had far-reaching connections. Friends and allies, scattered across the Continent. But this. This is the first time they've been together, in the same city, constantly brushing shoulders with one another. Mired in each other's troubles. It is a different state of being. A different way of keeping them in his life.
Then Sam asks about Ciri. His gaze flicks up from his emptying mug of beer. He has not made it a secret that he is hiding something about Ciri. Not to Sam. He trusts the man not to pry. Frankly, after the time they've spent together, he's both surprised and not that Sam hasn't asked before. He knows Sam understands how protective he is of Ciri—but a year and change is a long time to bid someone not to broach such glaring topics.
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Despite his penchant for solitude, he's often had far-reaching connections. Friends and allies, scattered across the Continent. But this. This is the first time they've been together, in the same city, constantly brushing shoulders with one another. Mired in each other's troubles. It is a different state of being. A different way of keeping them in his life.
Then Sam asks about Ciri. His gaze flicks up from his emptying mug of beer. He has not made it a secret that he is hiding something about Ciri. Not to Sam. He trusts the man not to pry. Frankly, after the time they've spent together, he's both surprised and not that Sam hasn't asked before. He knows Sam understands how protective he is of Ciri—but a year and change is a long time to bid someone not to broach such glaring topics.
He nods. Yes. Sam can ask. ]