[ So they do. He'd settled on doing precisely that, but he can't deny Ciri's questions have tugged loose something that was not there before. Still, he nods. Perhaps he's reading too much into it. Or if he isn't, now is not the time to dig deeper. Not when so many of his thoughts remain jumbled. He's healing steadily, but he's not slept since his return, beyond the times when his body would give out, and it shows.
He goes back to his breakfast, methodically tearing a piece of bread. He needs to eat, and that's the only reason why he's forcing food into himself. ]
It was slipped to me. A signal. [ He leaves it at that. He doesn't know how, either. There'd been little chance to talk or ask. He'd been told to wait, to gather his strength, and that was what he'd done. Only in the past few days, now that he's home, now that he can rest as much as he's able, has he started to look back and examine what he recalls. There are more holes in his memories than he'd like.
He shifts the topic, too: seemingly further than Ciri has, but not as far as it may appear. He knows what answer he will get if he asks Ciri how she's been doing. So instead, he asks, ] How's the mage girl?
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He goes back to his breakfast, methodically tearing a piece of bread. He needs to eat, and that's the only reason why he's forcing food into himself. ]
It was slipped to me. A signal. [ He leaves it at that. He doesn't know how, either. There'd been little chance to talk or ask. He'd been told to wait, to gather his strength, and that was what he'd done. Only in the past few days, now that he's home, now that he can rest as much as he's able, has he started to look back and examine what he recalls. There are more holes in his memories than he'd like.
He shifts the topic, too: seemingly further than Ciri has, but not as far as it may appear. He knows what answer he will get if he asks Ciri how she's been doing. So instead, he asks, ] How's the mage girl?