[ Propped on one elbow, Geralt watches her go through the pouch, the lilac of her eyes lit up bright. He can't help the genuine smile that takes over his face.
Yes. That does indeed sound like Nadine. He found her quite differently, haunted by the absence of her memories and the lost children she could not recall but felt were there. It was an unusual place for both of them to be. It's good, he thinks. To know that Nadine and Yennefer have become friends, of sorts.
Yen need not say it. He sees it, too. Her affinity for healing and teaching. It reminds him of Triss. He supposes that's why, ever since, he's felt something quietly protective over Nadine. ]
Here and there. [ Acquaintances, allies, connections. There are not many he would call friends out loud, but he can admit that his attachments have grown throughout his time here. It is the nature, maybe, of being in one place, with the same people, day in and out. He has not ever had that experience until this place. Until this foreign world that's steadily become more home than the Continent was.
A few quiet moments pass. His hand rests on hers, their fingers curling together. He glances at the window, weighing when he should tell Yennefer that he has another he needs to see to. He's reluctant to leave her, but...John is important, as well. He's made his promises. ]
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Yes. That does indeed sound like Nadine. He found her quite differently, haunted by the absence of her memories and the lost children she could not recall but felt were there. It was an unusual place for both of them to be. It's good, he thinks. To know that Nadine and Yennefer have become friends, of sorts.
Yen need not say it. He sees it, too. Her affinity for healing and teaching. It reminds him of Triss. He supposes that's why, ever since, he's felt something quietly protective over Nadine. ]
Here and there. [ Acquaintances, allies, connections. There are not many he would call friends out loud, but he can admit that his attachments have grown throughout his time here. It is the nature, maybe, of being in one place, with the same people, day in and out. He has not ever had that experience until this place. Until this foreign world that's steadily become more home than the Continent was.
A few quiet moments pass. His hand rests on hers, their fingers curling together. He glances at the window, weighing when he should tell Yennefer that he has another he needs to see to. He's reluctant to leave her, but...John is important, as well. He's made his promises. ]