[Sunlight filters perfectly through the leaves above them, making a sort of trail of sunlight that he can bask in. Where it touches his skin, it truly does feel warm; even if Cadens is descending towards much cooler nights, the temperature here always remains like a glorious spring. It always feels so bloody real.
He looks up through the leaves to the very blue sky, peppered with fluffed, white clouds. Some of them look to be mysteriously shaped like horses, racing across the sky.]
Yes. [He looks back down, to Geralt.] Her and I... we have been through very similar things. She understood the things I could not put into words.
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He looks up through the leaves to the very blue sky, peppered with fluffed, white clouds. Some of them look to be mysteriously shaped like horses, racing across the sky.]
Yes. [He looks back down, to Geralt.] Her and I... we have been through very similar things. She understood the things I could not put into words.