[ Finding her here feels safer when he's been in and out delivering ingredients, anyhow. He leans against a dark stone pillar. The sconces flicker. ]
Salt baths are in fashion these days.
[ He hasn't bothered to dust it out of his hair, and he makes no move to do so now. She's busy; he can see that. Once, he'd have used it as a quick excuse to keep their conversation short—if they found it necessary to have one at all. Now he stays. He does not consider whether she would prefer he leave. He knows the answer, and that she lets it show on her face, in the soft tilt of her lips, is also new.
Despite the relative privacy of the room, he's all too aware of walls with ears. When a distant shuffle indicates a nearby presence—a worker or another Summoned—he leaves the topic of Ciri alone for now. Nor does he address his meeting with Istredd and the others. ]
It's good to see your Chaos returned. [ She had told him so, but only now can he observe for himself. Something much more than the spark of magic she eagerly demonstrated months ago in Nocwich. It feels like...things put right. Ciri, them. Together, as they should be. Not unscathed, but whole. This world may keep them on opposite ends, but they are no longer apart. ] I'll have to take care you don't curse me into a toad.
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Salt baths are in fashion these days.
[ He hasn't bothered to dust it out of his hair, and he makes no move to do so now. She's busy; he can see that. Once, he'd have used it as a quick excuse to keep their conversation short—if they found it necessary to have one at all. Now he stays. He does not consider whether she would prefer he leave. He knows the answer, and that she lets it show on her face, in the soft tilt of her lips, is also new.
Despite the relative privacy of the room, he's all too aware of walls with ears. When a distant shuffle indicates a nearby presence—a worker or another Summoned—he leaves the topic of Ciri alone for now. Nor does he address his meeting with Istredd and the others. ]
It's good to see your Chaos returned. [ She had told him so, but only now can he observe for himself. Something much more than the spark of magic she eagerly demonstrated months ago in Nocwich. It feels like...things put right. Ciri, them. Together, as they should be. Not unscathed, but whole. This world may keep them on opposite ends, but they are no longer apart. ] I'll have to take care you don't curse me into a toad.