[ As Ciri sheathes her new weapon, holding it at her side until she can get a baldric fitted, she watches Geralt pay the bladesmith. She'll pay him back, Ciri thinks. She'll be able to pull her own weight now. And start saving up for--
Ciri blinks. Geralt is turning toward her now, holding something. A dagger.
She steps forward to take it in her free hand, eyes wide when she sees the wolf. ]
Geralt...
[ Her voice wavers, just a tiny bit, throat suddenly gone tight. She blinks again. Then smiles, soft and sincere, all the way to her eyes. ]
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Ciri blinks. Geralt is turning toward her now, holding something. A dagger.
She steps forward to take it in her free hand, eyes wide when she sees the wolf. ]
Geralt...
[ Her voice wavers, just a tiny bit, throat suddenly gone tight. She blinks again. Then smiles, soft and sincere, all the way to her eyes. ]
Thank you, Geralt. I'll rely on it.