[ Ciri is quiet for a moment, swallowing several times against the lump stubbornly lodged in her throat. She does not question Geralt's promise. They both know the limits of it-- and the strength of conviction, care, and destiny behind it, too.
They will keep finding each other. ]
Mm.
[ It's a rough sound in her throat, of agreement perhaps. Or something else. Ciri gets more soap on the cloth to wipe around the edges of the bandages on Geralt's shoulders, careful not to get the dressings beneath wet.
The (affectionate; she can tell) dig at Jaskier tugs her lips into a smile, fond. ]
Indeed. He menaced me aplenty with words of encouragement and freshly-baked bread.
[ Ciri has no idea how she'd have managed alone. Far worse, that's for certain. ]
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They will keep finding each other. ]
Mm.
[ It's a rough sound in her throat, of agreement perhaps. Or something else. Ciri gets more soap on the cloth to wipe around the edges of the bandages on Geralt's shoulders, careful not to get the dressings beneath wet.
The (affectionate; she can tell) dig at Jaskier tugs her lips into a smile, fond. ]
Indeed. He menaced me aplenty with words of encouragement and freshly-baked bread.
[ Ciri has no idea how she'd have managed alone. Far worse, that's for certain. ]