[ Ciri is a little surprised he doesn't question, but that's also a relief. Good. Sam has the sense not to interrogate her right now, and Ciri finds herself appreciative.
Geralt trusts him. That's really the most important thing in Sam's favor right now, the reason Ciri allows him to tag along instead of trying to shoo him away like that bird. The idea that he's keeping an eye on her makes her bristle defensively on instinct, but her better sense knows that it would only cause more trouble and upset Geralt (and Jaskier) if she disappeared. And at the end of the day... Being alone with her guilt doesn't sound like a good time for anyone either.
So she nods, lets Sam lead the way to the tavern, and sits with him when they find a small table in the back. It's a bit crowded for the dinner rush, but not overwhelmingly so. Better this way, that there's noise and not just them.
It's not a particularly fine establishment. Ciri doesn't bother trying to suss out what they carry; she just asks for the strongest liquor they've got. Bread and meat, some roast potatoes. Whatever Sam orders. The barmaid leaves, and Ciri stares sullenly out the little crack of a window. ]
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Geralt trusts him. That's really the most important thing in Sam's favor right now, the reason Ciri allows him to tag along instead of trying to shoo him away like that bird. The idea that he's keeping an eye on her makes her bristle defensively on instinct, but her better sense knows that it would only cause more trouble and upset Geralt (and Jaskier) if she disappeared. And at the end of the day... Being alone with her guilt doesn't sound like a good time for anyone either.
So she nods, lets Sam lead the way to the tavern, and sits with him when they find a small table in the back. It's a bit crowded for the dinner rush, but not overwhelmingly so. Better this way, that there's noise and not just them.
It's not a particularly fine establishment. Ciri doesn't bother trying to suss out what they carry; she just asks for the strongest liquor they've got. Bread and meat, some roast potatoes. Whatever Sam orders. The barmaid leaves, and Ciri stares sullenly out the little crack of a window. ]
Geralt's with Jaskier?