[ The instant she leans into him, Geralt holds her close. ] Don't be.
[ He doesn't want her regretting herself or the past. Not the present, either. Certainly not a future that neither of them know. Because there is her history that makes up his future, but there's also the one they're living now. She's here, with him, and that's what's important.
It's true. He didn't know what he was signing up for. Not in the dungeon yard, but far back. Over a decade ago, in Cintra's court. He didn't know and if he had, he would've returned for her sooner. He would not have left her for so long, believing she was better off living the life she deserved, rather than stolen away from her family by a Witcher. He would've realized she was—
His. That she was always meant to be a part of his life.
He takes a deep breath. The snow falls around them. ] Come inside. It's gained a few extra holes. [ The faintest hint of wryness enters his voice, belying the gravity of what he is telling her: that his Kaer Morhen, even here, has fallen apart. It's her home, though, as much as it's his. And she knows what happened to it. He won't hide how it is from her.
Besides, he suspects she might want something tangible to do. Something she can help repair, after everything. ] I could use your help, patching it up.
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[ He doesn't want her regretting herself or the past. Not the present, either. Certainly not a future that neither of them know. Because there is her history that makes up his future, but there's also the one they're living now. She's here, with him, and that's what's important.
It's true. He didn't know what he was signing up for. Not in the dungeon yard, but far back. Over a decade ago, in Cintra's court. He didn't know and if he had, he would've returned for her sooner. He would not have left her for so long, believing she was better off living the life she deserved, rather than stolen away from her family by a Witcher. He would've realized she was—
His. That she was always meant to be a part of his life.
He takes a deep breath. The snow falls around them. ] Come inside. It's gained a few extra holes. [ The faintest hint of wryness enters his voice, belying the gravity of what he is telling her: that his Kaer Morhen, even here, has fallen apart. It's her home, though, as much as it's his. And she knows what happened to it. He won't hide how it is from her.
Besides, he suspects she might want something tangible to do. Something she can help repair, after everything. ] I could use your help, patching it up.