[ There's a moment where Geralt isn't certain if that's enough, if his explanation makes any real sense to Ciri. Doubt never stops lingering under the surface when it comes to her; she knows him, a version of him, for many years, but Geralt knows no version of her at all other than this one. A few months. Hard not to feel as if—he can't always understand her as well as she might wish.
But Ciri, too, trusts him when she has every reason not to, and something in him relaxes a little when she accepts his answer.
Geralt sticks the cheese he sliced off in his mouth. Alina brings the slightest twinge to him; Mal is her closest friend and he'd been searching for the young man before all this. He'll return to it when he can, but—the chances grow slimmer every day that he'll find anything worthwhile.
Still. It's true the company's done some good. For both Ciri and Alina both. ]
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But Ciri, too, trusts him when she has every reason not to, and something in him relaxes a little when she accepts his answer.
Geralt sticks the cheese he sliced off in his mouth. Alina brings the slightest twinge to him; Mal is her closest friend and he'd been searching for the young man before all this. He'll return to it when he can, but—the chances grow slimmer every day that he'll find anything worthwhile.
Still. It's true the company's done some good. For both Ciri and Alina both. ]
She was glad to hear you were in the city.