[ His head turns when she retreats, like he's sort of belatedly aware he keeps—shit. Showing too much of his hand. And really, he doesn't mean to push the brunt of it onto Julie. It's just that she's the one who's here and he trusts her and he finds his guard keeps slipping.
He sets the flagon down; finally clears the darkened, bloodied water out of the tub. He's spent more than enough time sitting in his own filth as it is.
Wait, Roach? Geralt does, in fact, seem to perk up at that. By now, he's gathered Ciri and Jaskier must've found something: his campsite, his gear, even scant evidence of his trail would say much. He'd left a good amount of blood in the sand. Ciri is a skilled tracker and he'd told her what he was hunting before he left. But he'd largely given up his horse as lost, either killed in the fight or fled far into the desert. ]
Didn't think she'd make it home. [ The fondness is unmistakable. For once, much of his ambivalence is absent. Facing people is complicated; the concept of returning to his mare waiting for him is not. It's what he could use right now. ]
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He sets the flagon down; finally clears the darkened, bloodied water out of the tub. He's spent more than enough time sitting in his own filth as it is.
Wait, Roach? Geralt does, in fact, seem to perk up at that. By now, he's gathered Ciri and Jaskier must've found something: his campsite, his gear, even scant evidence of his trail would say much. He'd left a good amount of blood in the sand. Ciri is a skilled tracker and he'd told her what he was hunting before he left. But he'd largely given up his horse as lost, either killed in the fight or fled far into the desert. ]
Didn't think she'd make it home. [ The fondness is unmistakable. For once, much of his ambivalence is absent. Facing people is complicated; the concept of returning to his mare waiting for him is not. It's what he could use right now. ]