[ Hey, she has met his tiny horse, don't hate just because hers is a unicorn. Who, once set down on the ground, immediately goes to sniff at Geralt's boots, because Jaskier specifically made it protective. Don't ask what a chihuahua-size unicorn can do to protect her, because she doesn't know, but that's what she was told.
It's not that she doesn't want him to be there. Her instincts had told her to shut everyone out, both here and back in Nott, but his presence doesn't make her feel like she needs to get him out too. Everyone else makes her feel claustrophobic; passing Nadine and Lloyd in the hall gives her palpitations, working with the public is a nightmare, and even the people who have inhabited this space since its inception give her the sense that they'll suffocate her if she's around them. But Geralt doesn't make her feel like that, like her ribs are crushing her lungs. Maybe he should give her that feeling, because she knows that if he disappears, it will hurt much, much more than Susan ever could, but... he doesn't.
She's far too drunk and tired to think about that.
There is a pause before she says anything at all -- she contemplates just saying that everything is fine and turning the charm back on, but she is so drained and so obviously not fine that she winds up just giving a soft, humorless laugh as she draws her sweater closed around her legs, curling in on herself. ]
I mean, let's see... first, Nadine and Lloyd proved that all they need to drop me like a hot potato is a fuckin' festival, so that's just great. Then Susan disappeared. Just poof, gone. Only proof she was ever here is the shit I had to clean outta her room, and her horse. Flagg already disappeared. It's only a matter of time until everyone's gone. Just me left, again. So yeah, everything is fuckin' peachy. How're you?
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It's not that she doesn't want him to be there. Her instincts had told her to shut everyone out, both here and back in Nott, but his presence doesn't make her feel like she needs to get him out too. Everyone else makes her feel claustrophobic; passing Nadine and Lloyd in the hall gives her palpitations, working with the public is a nightmare, and even the people who have inhabited this space since its inception give her the sense that they'll suffocate her if she's around them. But Geralt doesn't make her feel like that, like her ribs are crushing her lungs. Maybe he should give her that feeling, because she knows that if he disappears, it will hurt much, much more than Susan ever could, but... he doesn't.
She's far too drunk and tired to think about that.
There is a pause before she says anything at all -- she contemplates just saying that everything is fine and turning the charm back on, but she is so drained and so obviously not fine that she winds up just giving a soft, humorless laugh as she draws her sweater closed around her legs, curling in on herself. ]
I mean, let's see... first, Nadine and Lloyd proved that all they need to drop me like a hot potato is a fuckin' festival, so that's just great. Then Susan disappeared. Just poof, gone. Only proof she was ever here is the shit I had to clean outta her room, and her horse. Flagg already disappeared. It's only a matter of time until everyone's gone. Just me left, again. So yeah, everything is fuckin' peachy. How're you?