[ Ciri lingers just inside when the doors swing shut with a heavy thud behind them. She'd glimpsed it once, while Geralt wasn't here; she hasn't come back since. It hadn't felt right, without him.
Now, he leads her in, steps into the ruined hall with its evidence of being patched together bit by bit, and bends to take a bowl in which have been gathered the fallen medallions that had scattered when the tree broke.
The tree. The monolith. Ciri's eyes skirt away from it, down to the contents of the bowl.
It is... too quiet. Firewood crackles softly, and the wind outside gusts through the cracks in the old stone, but it is still too quiet, too heavy, and Geralt's footsteps echo. Ciri hasn't moved. ]
Geralt, I--
[ He'd told her not to apologize. She is tired of apologizing. ]
I want to fix it.
[ She means the tree. And so much more than that, but the rest is impossible. ]
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Now, he leads her in, steps into the ruined hall with its evidence of being patched together bit by bit, and bends to take a bowl in which have been gathered the fallen medallions that had scattered when the tree broke.
The tree. The monolith. Ciri's eyes skirt away from it, down to the contents of the bowl.
It is... too quiet. Firewood crackles softly, and the wind outside gusts through the cracks in the old stone, but it is still too quiet, too heavy, and Geralt's footsteps echo. Ciri hasn't moved. ]
Geralt, I--
[ He'd told her not to apologize. She is tired of apologizing. ]
I want to fix it.
[ She means the tree. And so much more than that, but the rest is impossible. ]