[ Ciri draws herself up a little taller, smugly. ]
Thank you, Jaskier. [ Geralt doesn't offer a similar compliment, but that's all right. She sees the way he seems to perk up, and it warms her heart, makes her smile widen. He looks pleased, and that's good enough for her.
Ciri steps forward to grab the bottle, and with her other hand, his shoulder. Insistent in her grip, Ciri leads him forward and into one of the kitchen chairs. ]
As a matter of fact, we have been conspiring since last night! [ she informs him, delighted. ]
Sit, Geralt. Jaskier's right. We have to match.
[ And with that, she sets the bottle down on the table and disappears into her room, emerging only after a few moments with a hairbrush and a vial of lightly scented oil to help work out the tangles. ]
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Thank you, Jaskier. [ Geralt doesn't offer a similar compliment, but that's all right. She sees the way he seems to perk up, and it warms her heart, makes her smile widen. He looks pleased, and that's good enough for her.
Ciri steps forward to grab the bottle, and with her other hand, his shoulder. Insistent in her grip, Ciri leads him forward and into one of the kitchen chairs. ]
As a matter of fact, we have been conspiring since last night! [ she informs him, delighted. ]
Sit, Geralt. Jaskier's right. We have to match.
[ And with that, she sets the bottle down on the table and disappears into her room, emerging only after a few moments with a hairbrush and a vial of lightly scented oil to help work out the tangles. ]