Geralt releases Yen, eyes snapping to the tent's entrance. On instinct, he starts to do up the laces on the back of her dress in a hasty bow that ends up more of a knot than anything. Right. ]
No. Come in. [ He gently dislodges Yennefer from his lap, if she hasn't already climbed off on her own. ] We were just. Talking.
[ That's technically true. They were talking. The wolf had vanished at some point, but it returns now, slipping back into the tent around Ciri. Geralt clears his throat—shifts his gaze to Yennefer sidelong before they return to Ciri. ]
She has...information. She said. From the Dimming.
no subject
Geralt releases Yen, eyes snapping to the tent's entrance. On instinct, he starts to do up the laces on the back of her dress in a hasty bow that ends up more of a knot than anything. Right. ]
No. Come in. [ He gently dislodges Yennefer from his lap, if she hasn't already climbed off on her own. ] We were just. Talking.
[ That's technically true. They were talking. The wolf had vanished at some point, but it returns now, slipping back into the tent around Ciri. Geralt clears his throat—shifts his gaze to Yennefer sidelong before they return to Ciri. ]
She has...information. She said. From the Dimming.