[ A different sort of trouble is right. Geralt is glad she's here. He can't imagine what he'd feel had he awoken with those memories of Ciri gone and couldn't go down the corridor to see her.
John, at least, seems to have left his son in a better position. ]
When they're yours, you never run out of ways to worry.
[ He's learnt that lesson thoroughly. He worries when she's here; he worries when she isn't. He tries his best to let her make her own way. She can look after herself, he knows. It's just. Complicated. When he's lost her so often and so recently. ]
No. [ In a few weeks, he will. But not yet. He inclines his head, accepting the offer, and reaches out for the glass. ] A friend?
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John, at least, seems to have left his son in a better position. ]
When they're yours, you never run out of ways to worry.
[ He's learnt that lesson thoroughly. He worries when she's here; he worries when she isn't. He tries his best to let her make her own way. She can look after herself, he knows. It's just. Complicated. When he's lost her so often and so recently. ]
No. [ In a few weeks, he will. But not yet. He inclines his head, accepting the offer, and reaches out for the glass. ] A friend?