( True enough, he might find himself endeared to Ciri, were they ever to meet. She's of the same breed as Arya, they're made of similar stuff. The odds that the two of them will ever cross paths is slim, though, given how much of a curmudgeon Sandor is, and his disinclination toward the Horizon. Maybe one day he'll learn of her, and he'll understand a lot more about this Not-Targaryen wolf in the process.
He has no real opinions of the Netherfolk, or people with horns. No strong bias one way or the other, save for the general global bias he has against most sentient, talking creatures. His response to the assertion that they're not monsters is a vague, noncommittal grunt.
Can't say he's a big fan of their interior decorating, or their tendency to use fucking fire everywhere. They've got that working against them, at least.
He huffs at the question, moving to lower himself down to sit on an appropriately sized, convenient rock. )
A stubborn woman with no common sense that I owe a leg to.
( Not a lost wolf — and not entirely accurate, either. Claire has plenty of common sense, she doesn't actually need him to watch over her, and he could've just as well had a healer magically fix the leg instead. It just so happens he has to frame reality this way in order to justify his attachment to her, and his concern for her wellbeing.
But Geralt's right. Beyond that, he's no strong impulse to rescue these people from something he has no business getting involved in. He's here because she's here, he's nothing better to do in the meantime, and this place is better than the fucking magma pits. )
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He has no real opinions of the Netherfolk, or people with horns. No strong bias one way or the other, save for the general global bias he has against most sentient, talking creatures. His response to the assertion that they're not monsters is a vague, noncommittal grunt.
Can't say he's a big fan of their interior decorating, or their tendency to use fucking fire everywhere. They've got that working against them, at least.
He huffs at the question, moving to lower himself down to sit on an appropriately sized, convenient rock. )
A stubborn woman with no common sense that I owe a leg to.
( Not a lost wolf — and not entirely accurate, either. Claire has plenty of common sense, she doesn't actually need him to watch over her, and he could've just as well had a healer magically fix the leg instead. It just so happens he has to frame reality this way in order to justify his attachment to her, and his concern for her wellbeing.
But Geralt's right. Beyond that, he's no strong impulse to rescue these people from something he has no business getting involved in. He's here because she's here, he's nothing better to do in the meantime, and this place is better than the fucking magma pits. )