[ Something inside him relaxes at seeing Sam at ease again. Finding his friend again must've helped, but he thinks it's just this, on top of that. The running about. Hosting. Bringing people together. He gets it. Even though Geralt finds his focus and purpose elsewhere in places that don't involve this much talking, he understands that need to do what you're good at. What you know.
He gives a soft, amused sound at Roach. She isn't real, and she must be gone back home, but he's remade her nonetheless. It's sentimental in a way he'd rather not address. She's only a horse. Soon enough, he'll have another, but...she did take him far over the years. ] She's in good company with your bird.
[ He's noticed that, too: a red hunting bird that's been circling the gathering. It's unmistakably Sam's. Looks a bit like Jaskier's magic. He can't be sure, but Jaskier's been crafting birds around him for the past three months and there's a hint of that same magic there. Geralt's already a bit fond of it.
His gaze fixes on Sam for a moment, returning to the actual question. His instinct is to say he is. He's all right: they're getting by in the city, no one's bothered the three of them, Jaskier's started finding taverns to perform in, Ciri's been researching what lurks in the hills and desert. And Yen is—if she's made her appearance in the Horizon, she must be fine. He doubts they'd bring prisoners to the Singularity for another visit, with the original batch fled. Circumstances are not ideal, but everything is quietly slotting into place. It's working, for now.
He settles on a reply that's not exactly a lie, not the whole truth, either. He is restless, for a dozen different reasons. Some of which he suspects Sam's been catching onto. There just isn't anything to talk about. ] I'll feel better when I can finally ride out there, too.
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He gives a soft, amused sound at Roach. She isn't real, and she must be gone back home, but he's remade her nonetheless. It's sentimental in a way he'd rather not address. She's only a horse. Soon enough, he'll have another, but...she did take him far over the years. ] She's in good company with your bird.
[ He's noticed that, too: a red hunting bird that's been circling the gathering. It's unmistakably Sam's. Looks a bit like Jaskier's magic. He can't be sure, but Jaskier's been crafting birds around him for the past three months and there's a hint of that same magic there. Geralt's already a bit fond of it.
His gaze fixes on Sam for a moment, returning to the actual question. His instinct is to say he is. He's all right: they're getting by in the city, no one's bothered the three of them, Jaskier's started finding taverns to perform in, Ciri's been researching what lurks in the hills and desert. And Yen is—if she's made her appearance in the Horizon, she must be fine. He doubts they'd bring prisoners to the Singularity for another visit, with the original batch fled. Circumstances are not ideal, but everything is quietly slotting into place. It's working, for now.
He settles on a reply that's not exactly a lie, not the whole truth, either. He is restless, for a dozen different reasons. Some of which he suspects Sam's been catching onto. There just isn't anything to talk about. ] I'll feel better when I can finally ride out there, too.