[ In the strictest sense, he is healed. As well as he can be, which is less than he'd prefer but far better than what he'd feared. He can't tell if the lingering aches are real or some remnant of his memories that refuses to let go.
He supposes it makes no difference when he feels it the same.
The thick, sweet scent of Nadine's ointment fills the air. He'd not planned to come here for Julie to look after him, but he knows she wouldn't offer if she didn't want, and he's—tired. Sore. Enmeshed in shit he can't fix or make better. He'd harboured fears that he might fail Ciri—a prospect that shadowed every one of his choices since she came into his life. It's something else, though, to learn so vividly, so intimately, all the ways that he did.
Julie's touch diverts his thoughts. He lets them go. His fingers find a loose thread in her pillow, but he's otherwise still. For a few minutes, he's quiet, sinking into the gentle rhythm of her hands, her humming. It's familiar and good, and he carefully folds away the last vestiges of his visions. For the moment, at least. ]
How's Baron? [ Hasn't been long since her horse took off in fright, but that's not really why he asks. It's an idle question, one that suggests he is, for once, seeking more than silence. ]
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He supposes it makes no difference when he feels it the same.
The thick, sweet scent of Nadine's ointment fills the air. He'd not planned to come here for Julie to look after him, but he knows she wouldn't offer if she didn't want, and he's—tired. Sore. Enmeshed in shit he can't fix or make better. He'd harboured fears that he might fail Ciri—a prospect that shadowed every one of his choices since she came into his life. It's something else, though, to learn so vividly, so intimately, all the ways that he did.
Julie's touch diverts his thoughts. He lets them go. His fingers find a loose thread in her pillow, but he's otherwise still. For a few minutes, he's quiet, sinking into the gentle rhythm of her hands, her humming. It's familiar and good, and he carefully folds away the last vestiges of his visions. For the moment, at least. ]
How's Baron? [ Hasn't been long since her horse took off in fright, but that's not really why he asks. It's an idle question, one that suggests he is, for once, seeking more than silence. ]