[ A faint smile meets Sam in return. If he were the type, Sam might’ve got a face in return, but he’s not, so that knowing look is all that’s there. He’s getting better at it—accepting that Sam just. Wants to help. And while Geralt can’t grasp why Sam keeps offering that help to him, if he thinks of it in those terms—that Sam has his own personal reasons for doing so, ones that haven’t got anything to do with him—it makes it easier to take these gestures.
He grunts lightly. He actually is curious what Ciri can do. She isn’t physically at the level of a Witcher, but he knows better than anyone skill makes up for more than half of it. Between him and Vesemir—yeah. He thinks she’s got a hell of a head start. He can’t really say how it’ll make him feel, watching her, until it happens. He’s trying not to think of him and the man who raised her as separate people but. It lingers, always. The doubt. If he can be enough for her so far in the past as he is.
He’s about to say something back when Sam mentions her age.
Geralt turns to him, amused. He’s not told Sam exactly his age, but the way Sam says old man makes him assume Sam must know. Found out from Jaskier, probably. ]
No. [ There’s a wry twist to his lips. ] That’s still only me.
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He grunts lightly. He actually is curious what Ciri can do. She isn’t physically at the level of a Witcher, but he knows better than anyone skill makes up for more than half of it. Between him and Vesemir—yeah. He thinks she’s got a hell of a head start. He can’t really say how it’ll make him feel, watching her, until it happens. He’s trying not to think of him and the man who raised her as separate people but. It lingers, always. The doubt. If he can be enough for her so far in the past as he is.
He’s about to say something back when Sam mentions her age.
Geralt turns to him, amused. He’s not told Sam exactly his age, but the way Sam says old man makes him assume Sam must know. Found out from Jaskier, probably. ]
No. [ There’s a wry twist to his lips. ] That’s still only me.