[ Sam's remark brings a curve to his lips. So she does. He makes a thoughtful sound. ]
She called it Christmas. Looks like Yule to me.
[ He imagines it's along the same lines. Winter solstice and all. Her concept of it is just significantly more colourful.
He's not aware Sam spoke to Julie, though he does know Julie spoke to Jaskier and Ciri both—and by proxy, he thinks Sam must have caught on a little to what happened one way or another. The man's always been too perceptive for his own good. Geralt can't say he exactly minds. Maybe some part of him is hoping Sam will piece it together on his own and Geralt can get away with never talking about it. It's difficult to explain, the feeling—like he wants Sam to know, but wants it to go unspoken at the same time. Makes no fucking sense, does it?
He says nothing about Sam dodging the question. He shrugs a shoulder instead. Jaskier's magic did a lot for his knee. ] Nearly healed. [ There's the smallest hesitation before he adds, ] I don't recall what happened to it.
[ He'd told Jaskier he'd strained it and that's likely true to a degree. He just can't remember when or how or if he struck it somehow. He knows exactly why there are holes in his memories, but it bothers him all the same. ]
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She called it Christmas. Looks like Yule to me.
[ He imagines it's along the same lines. Winter solstice and all. Her concept of it is just significantly more colourful.
He's not aware Sam spoke to Julie, though he does know Julie spoke to Jaskier and Ciri both—and by proxy, he thinks Sam must have caught on a little to what happened one way or another. The man's always been too perceptive for his own good. Geralt can't say he exactly minds. Maybe some part of him is hoping Sam will piece it together on his own and Geralt can get away with never talking about it. It's difficult to explain, the feeling—like he wants Sam to know, but wants it to go unspoken at the same time. Makes no fucking sense, does it?
He says nothing about Sam dodging the question. He shrugs a shoulder instead. Jaskier's magic did a lot for his knee. ] Nearly healed. [ There's the smallest hesitation before he adds, ] I don't recall what happened to it.
[ He'd told Jaskier he'd strained it and that's likely true to a degree. He just can't remember when or how or if he struck it somehow. He knows exactly why there are holes in his memories, but it bothers him all the same. ]