[ Truth be told, she isn't used to many people being so point-blank, with her or otherwise, but it is a trait that she appreciates even if it doesn't carry the answers she's hoping for. Of course she wants to mend things for her friend's sake, but she is equal parts curious to hear things from Geralt's own side. He may not be a friend, but she doesn't see why he couldn't be.
(There are very few people she considers beyond that point, after all.)
She watches him for a moment before nodding as she sets her knife aside, instead selecting a mixing bowl to start to put together the marinade. ]
Well, I suppose that's good since I'm not asking you to give a damn about him.
[ Curious that that is the angle he is looking at it, though. Perhaps this is where the two men came at a impasse? ]
That's my job, after all.
[ A few dry ingredients--spices, garlic, pepper--and a few light syrups and sauces come together as she beats them with a fork. ]
I know alliances are not something easily formed nor lasting ones created on a simple agreement. But I do think he saw reason to reach out, which is much rarer than you may understand.
[ She sets the bowl down, producing a set of wooden skewers out of thin air and wordlessly hands Geralt a stack of his own. ]
I know not exactly what was said, but mayhaps we went about this the wrong way...
[ She starts to poke a piece of venison on one end, then a vegetable of choice, another piece of venison, and repeat. ]
Instead of asking something of you and yours...how about I offer my services instead? Should you be in need of them, of course.
[ That is how most things have worked out for her, after all. Do enough favors for someone and they may trust you in the end. Or, if not, then at least you could have done something good. (Enough good deeds makes a good person, or so she wants to believe.) ]
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(There are very few people she considers beyond that point, after all.)
She watches him for a moment before nodding as she sets her knife aside, instead selecting a mixing bowl to start to put together the marinade. ]
Well, I suppose that's good since I'm not asking you to give a damn about him.
[ Curious that that is the angle he is looking at it, though. Perhaps this is where the two men came at a impasse? ]
That's my job, after all.
[ A few dry ingredients--spices, garlic, pepper--and a few light syrups and sauces come together as she beats them with a fork. ]
I know alliances are not something easily formed nor lasting ones created on a simple agreement. But I do think he saw reason to reach out, which is much rarer than you may understand.
[ She sets the bowl down, producing a set of wooden skewers out of thin air and wordlessly hands Geralt a stack of his own. ]
I know not exactly what was said, but mayhaps we went about this the wrong way...
[ She starts to poke a piece of venison on one end, then a vegetable of choice, another piece of venison, and repeat. ]
Instead of asking something of you and yours...how about I offer my services instead? Should you be in need of them, of course.
[ That is how most things have worked out for her, after all. Do enough favors for someone and they may trust you in the end. Or, if not, then at least you could have done something good. (Enough good deeds makes a good person, or so she wants to believe.) ]