[He knows she doesn't get it, and that it's not Julie's fault, when Geralt would never bring it up. People simply don't do this for Witchers. Even now, after all his work, he can't imagine there'd be a man alive on the Continent who would pull a bloodied, broken Witcher into their home, that they barely know, especially when he's fleeing from a kingdom. It is impossible to describe how special this makes them. How... unbelievably human.
Before, he would have wondered if Geralt would ever use that word for Julie. Now he knows for certain he would -- should the word ever grace his stupid, beautiful lips.
He takes his hands back to wipe his face, to drink more. It doesn't bite like he wants it to, but even here, he wants a clear head. Somehow, finding out that all his worrying was justified doesn't make him feel any better. Go figure.]
If he made it to Nott... is he staying? Perhaps I can. I can ride, and come help.
[He knows it isn't happening even as he says it, but he can't not offer. Days upon days in the desert, and then the land beyond that he doesn't even know. And not a map on him. How long could a horse last?]
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Before, he would have wondered if Geralt would ever use that word for Julie. Now he knows for certain he would -- should the word ever grace his stupid, beautiful lips.
He takes his hands back to wipe his face, to drink more. It doesn't bite like he wants it to, but even here, he wants a clear head. Somehow, finding out that all his worrying was justified doesn't make him feel any better. Go figure.]
If he made it to Nott... is he staying? Perhaps I can. I can ride, and come help.
[He knows it isn't happening even as he says it, but he can't not offer. Days upon days in the desert, and then the land beyond that he doesn't even know. And not a map on him. How long could a horse last?]