[ If Ciri had really not wanted him to hear, she'd have asked him to leave; she hadn't, and she won't. His presence is a comfort. The fact she doesn't have to explain or elaborate or say anything aloud for him to understand. She just needs food, and time to process. Maybe some fresh air in a bit.
Ciri wanders over to the pot of stew, peering inside when Geralt lifts the lid. Encouragingly, her stomach pronounces a tiny bit of interest at the scent. ]
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Ciri wanders over to the pot of stew, peering inside when Geralt lifts the lid. Encouragingly, her stomach pronounces a tiny bit of interest at the scent. ]
Where'd he get all this?