[ It both surprises and worries him that Ciri isn't pressing or prodding him about his obvious change in topic. Either he looks that awful or she's feeling that awful. Maybe both.
He supposes there's time enough later to say what needs to be said. For now, if she's content to let it go, then so is he.
He listens while she explains, piecing the words into a picture, a sequence of events, in his head. Roach returned without her rider. His camp where blood had spilled on the sand, his weapons scattered. A residual hum of magic, perhaps. That's what Jaskier and her would've found: a horse, signs of a fight, him missing.
Ciri's gaze cutting away, her tone, makes Geralt turn to look at her. Her frowns. Perhaps if he'd known her for all those missing years, he'd be able to tell more. Read more on her face. As it is, he doesn't push. They're both burnt out.
Instead, he nods. That's good. His sword nearby. He could use it again. ]
I thought they might've killed her. [ He's still skirting the topic, exactly who he means by "they." ] I'm glad she returned.
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He supposes there's time enough later to say what needs to be said. For now, if she's content to let it go, then so is he.
He listens while she explains, piecing the words into a picture, a sequence of events, in his head. Roach returned without her rider. His camp where blood had spilled on the sand, his weapons scattered. A residual hum of magic, perhaps. That's what Jaskier and her would've found: a horse, signs of a fight, him missing.
Ciri's gaze cutting away, her tone, makes Geralt turn to look at her. Her frowns. Perhaps if he'd known her for all those missing years, he'd be able to tell more. Read more on her face. As it is, he doesn't push. They're both burnt out.
Instead, he nods. That's good. His sword nearby. He could use it again. ]
I thought they might've killed her. [ He's still skirting the topic, exactly who he means by "they." ] I'm glad she returned.