[ At least as far as Ciri knows. She just shrugs and grunts in vague assent, sopping up the broth from her stew with a fresh slice of bread. The magic may have healed and given her energy before, but her stomach now reminds her after those few gulps of vodka that she's barely eaten anything the last couple days. The heat of the liquor in her belly is already traveling up to her head. At least, it feels that way.
Her limbs seem suddenly heavy, and when she finishes her bowl, Ciri rests her arms crossed on the table, leaning far onto them so she's slouched over halfway across the tabletop.
For a while, she lets the silence stretch out, occasionally taking drinks when Geralt isn't. ]
All that... [ she sighs suddenly, dropping her forehead onto her arms. ] And he still insists he'd like to help me practice controlling my magic.
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[ At least as far as Ciri knows. She just shrugs and grunts in vague assent, sopping up the broth from her stew with a fresh slice of bread. The magic may have healed and given her energy before, but her stomach now reminds her after those few gulps of vodka that she's barely eaten anything the last couple days. The heat of the liquor in her belly is already traveling up to her head. At least, it feels that way.
Her limbs seem suddenly heavy, and when she finishes her bowl, Ciri rests her arms crossed on the table, leaning far onto them so she's slouched over halfway across the tabletop.
For a while, she lets the silence stretch out, occasionally taking drinks when Geralt isn't. ]
All that... [ she sighs suddenly, dropping her forehead onto her arms. ] And he still insists he'd like to help me practice controlling my magic.