[ Ciri looks tired too. Drained and pale and weighed down in a way that has nothing to do with the bags and weapons she's carrying.
She nods to Jaskier, coming closer slowly to make sure the horse doesn't spook again, making soft noises at him and stroking his neck while she gets the extra saddlebags on and ties Geralt's sword and her own down as well. ]
Old blood. Not the bandits'. Geralt's gear and blankets.
Whatever happened, he was settled down for the night. Something ambushed him.
[ Or someone. But getting the jump on a Witcher isn't easy. Neither is separating him from his sword.
Ciri feels numb. It should have been a relief to know that Geralt is alive, that he'd reached out to Jaskier, but the message itself -- combined with the meager clues they can start putting together -- paints a dire picture. Wherever he is, he didn't get there intentionally. Not without his gear and sword. And the fact he's worried she'll try to find him only makes Ciri think she needs to. ]
Scene's a mess, though. No discernible tracks. Not after...
[ She trails off, jaw set at a harsh angle, knuckles white on the reins.
Even if she'd been able to gut every single man who'd fucked with Geralt's camp before they got there, it still wouldn't have helped. She'd done as much to mess things up as they had. ]
Come on. Let's get out of here. There's nothing else to find tonight.
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She nods to Jaskier, coming closer slowly to make sure the horse doesn't spook again, making soft noises at him and stroking his neck while she gets the extra saddlebags on and ties Geralt's sword and her own down as well. ]
Old blood. Not the bandits'. Geralt's gear and blankets.
Whatever happened, he was settled down for the night. Something ambushed him.
[ Or someone. But getting the jump on a Witcher isn't easy. Neither is separating him from his sword.
Ciri feels numb. It should have been a relief to know that Geralt is alive, that he'd reached out to Jaskier, but the message itself -- combined with the meager clues they can start putting together -- paints a dire picture. Wherever he is, he didn't get there intentionally. Not without his gear and sword. And the fact he's worried she'll try to find him only makes Ciri think she needs to. ]
Scene's a mess, though. No discernible tracks. Not after...
[ She trails off, jaw set at a harsh angle, knuckles white on the reins.
Even if she'd been able to gut every single man who'd fucked with Geralt's camp before they got there, it still wouldn't have helped. She'd done as much to mess things up as they had. ]
Come on. Let's get out of here. There's nothing else to find tonight.