[The silence is deafening, crawling into every corner of the kitchen. He drinks his ale and though it brings warmth to his stomach, it does not reach anywhere else. It isn't fair, he thinks. That Ciri must shoulder this burden, too.
When he smiles at her thanks, it's rather empty.
It's not just her, he realizes. If Alina is gone, then Sam... it's another person for him to mourn. Even if she has not disappeared. It's another person that he may feel he disappointed.
He sits back.] How on earth does she expect to get there? [It slips out before he realizes. Ah. Fuck. He doesn't know anything about her, really, though. Perhaps she's quite powerful, or connected. Even though she was young. Like Ciri.] But you caught wind back from her? She's answering?
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When he smiles at her thanks, it's rather empty.
It's not just her, he realizes. If Alina is gone, then Sam... it's another person for him to mourn. Even if she has not disappeared. It's another person that he may feel he disappointed.
He sits back.] How on earth does she expect to get there? [It slips out before he realizes. Ah. Fuck. He doesn't know anything about her, really, though. Perhaps she's quite powerful, or connected. Even though she was young. Like Ciri.] But you caught wind back from her? She's answering?