None left? His gaze sharpens a hint at that, even as he continues to watch Jaskier. Hm. Hadn't seen that coming. So they'd freed all those who remained. Despite the concern he couldn't help feeling, the logical part of him had always presumed Yen would do just fine for herself, getting out of there. It's what she's been trained for her entire life. He hadn't imagined Thorne would simply release everyone, though.
Maybe Relena was right. Maybe they were desperate for something.
His eyes finally slide in Kylo's direction, the yellow of them unmistakable in the sunlight.
"Rarely is." There's no particular grudge in his voice, either. It's less that he'd not minded being locked up—no one enjoys being crammed in a cage for three fucking months—but more that he finds it neither unexpected nor a point to stew on now that it's done with. Besides. They weren't wrong to. Not that he believes he deserved to be imprisoned. (What he deserves or doesn't is another matter.) Just, in a practical sense, no kingdom wants a Witcher running loose.
"Too bad," he adds dryly. "Seems I missed out on quality time with the mountain king." Faint amusement hovers beneath that title. He gets it. Jaskier had dubbed him the White Wolf and he'd had zero say in it, too. "You were scarce."
In the dungeons, that is. Which is worth noting. Most of the other guests made appearances now and again. But him—Geralt can't recall having ever seen him.
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Maybe Relena was right. Maybe they were desperate for something.
His eyes finally slide in Kylo's direction, the yellow of them unmistakable in the sunlight.
"Rarely is." There's no particular grudge in his voice, either. It's less that he'd not minded being locked up—no one enjoys being crammed in a cage for three fucking months—but more that he finds it neither unexpected nor a point to stew on now that it's done with. Besides. They weren't wrong to. Not that he believes he deserved to be imprisoned. (What he deserves or doesn't is another matter.) Just, in a practical sense, no kingdom wants a Witcher running loose.
"Too bad," he adds dryly. "Seems I missed out on quality time with the mountain king." Faint amusement hovers beneath that title. He gets it. Jaskier had dubbed him the White Wolf and he'd had zero say in it, too. "You were scarce."
In the dungeons, that is. Which is worth noting. Most of the other guests made appearances now and again. But him—Geralt can't recall having ever seen him.