[ She isn't wrong, that he would prefer to be here where it's quieter, with more room. He knows Sam will not mind. It's a knowledge he isn't used to having, or accepting, but one which is...not unwelcome. He stays silent with a hundred words on his tongue he does not yet want to put out into the open. For awhile, it's enough to just be here, knowing she's safe, knowing that she can rest easy with him home again. Or as much as she will be able to, after everything.
He almost doesn't hear the words—not because they're too softly spoken, but because they catch him off guard. His heart is painfully heavy. He's never meant this much to anyone before. Deep down, he knows he's always wanted it, this feeling, maybe has been searching for it his entire life as much as he avoided having it, afraid it would slip from his grasp like everything else. But despite it all, Ciri has wound up here with him here in this foreign world. And ever since she has, he's wanted to...try again. With her. To be what she needs. Even if it leaves him feeling far too exposed, beyond what he's ever allowed himself to be.
He swallows hard. His fingers curl around Ciri's hand. They are rough, like his own; he's thought about it sometimes, what happened in those absent years between them that pushed her into the life of a Witcher. If she'd really chosen it or not. He knows it's not what he would've wanted for her, but at the same time, he can see how much it suits her, too. How much she finds her purpose in it. Isn't that all any of them can ask for? To have a reason to live through this shit world? ]
You are important to me. More than anything. [ More than anyone, no matter where they are. It makes no difference, that there are things he doesn't remember, that they are separated by time. Not anymore. Not if she feels the same in return. He wants her to know that. ]
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He almost doesn't hear the words—not because they're too softly spoken, but because they catch him off guard. His heart is painfully heavy. He's never meant this much to anyone before. Deep down, he knows he's always wanted it, this feeling, maybe has been searching for it his entire life as much as he avoided having it, afraid it would slip from his grasp like everything else. But despite it all, Ciri has wound up here with him here in this foreign world. And ever since she has, he's wanted to...try again. With her. To be what she needs. Even if it leaves him feeling far too exposed, beyond what he's ever allowed himself to be.
He swallows hard. His fingers curl around Ciri's hand. They are rough, like his own; he's thought about it sometimes, what happened in those absent years between them that pushed her into the life of a Witcher. If she'd really chosen it or not. He knows it's not what he would've wanted for her, but at the same time, he can see how much it suits her, too. How much she finds her purpose in it. Isn't that all any of them can ask for? To have a reason to live through this shit world? ]
You are important to me. More than anything. [ More than anyone, no matter where they are. It makes no difference, that there are things he doesn't remember, that they are separated by time. Not anymore. Not if she feels the same in return. He wants her to know that. ]