[ Whether or not he hears Himeka crunching through the snow (he does), Geralt only looks up when she stops to greet him. He pauses in his task, a tilt to his head that suggests he didn't expect to see her. The reality is, he's given thought to few since his return. He's been—distracted. His shoulders are relaxed, though. Her company had not been unwelcome the times they'd spoken. Feels like a lifetime ago when Himeka had stumbled on his cabin, too. He's forgotten altogether she's never seen the fortress until she says more room. ]
It's home. [ He doesn't explain further, why his snowy mountains actually seem to be larger than most others' domains, as if spilling onto another's territory, or why a small cottage can be spotted in the near distance, situated past the walls that enclose the keep. Ciri's.
He sets his sword aside. Studies Himeka for a moment. Still has her glowing rock, apparently. He wonders if it looks any different inside now that she recalls who she is. Or if she realizes the girl she met here is now a grown woman. ]
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It's home. [ He doesn't explain further, why his snowy mountains actually seem to be larger than most others' domains, as if spilling onto another's territory, or why a small cottage can be spotted in the near distance, situated past the walls that enclose the keep. Ciri's.
He sets his sword aside. Studies Himeka for a moment. Still has her glowing rock, apparently. He wonders if it looks any different inside now that she recalls who she is. Or if she realizes the girl she met here is now a grown woman. ]
Taking your crystal on another walk?