[ Geralt peers at her closely, brows drawn together. Julie's party. As in when she took to bed with Jaskier? He'd given it little thought at the time, when Jaskier had spoken of it offhand—marriage is not the obstacle some want to believe it is—but there's a difference between doing so behind your husband's back (or with his knowledge; who knows what arrangement they had?) and doing so only days after he disappeared without a trace.
Geralt's not judging. More that Nadine has never struck him as callous and he isn't sure that's quite what's going on. It feels more...complicated. Which is the last thing he needs, so he keeps any questions to himself. A beat passes. ]
Someone vanished two months ago. Then I found him. In Thorne. [ Add that to the pile of shit that's on his plate since he was snatched out of the desert. He hasn't even begun to work out what the fuck it means, that Mal's reappeared as if nothing ever happened. ] No memory of having been here.
[ He needs to talk to Sam about this. Which poses a few issues of its own, given Sam's—forget it. He'll cross that bridge when it comes. ]
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Geralt's not judging. More that Nadine has never struck him as callous and he isn't sure that's quite what's going on. It feels more...complicated. Which is the last thing he needs, so he keeps any questions to himself. A beat passes. ]
Someone vanished two months ago. Then I found him. In Thorne. [ Add that to the pile of shit that's on his plate since he was snatched out of the desert. He hasn't even begun to work out what the fuck it means, that Mal's reappeared as if nothing ever happened. ] No memory of having been here.
[ He needs to talk to Sam about this. Which poses a few issues of its own, given Sam's—forget it. He'll cross that bridge when it comes. ]