[ Ever since his memories returned (emerged?), he has focused on putting the furniture back together, cleaning the blood. He has not stopped long by the tree. Or what's left of it—a twisted half of a trunk. The other half is collapsed on the ground.
For a second, he's silent. These walls have held immeasurable loss for centuries, but now it's—it soaks the air, like freshly fallen rain. Nothing will bring them back. And he wonders, not for the first time, if he will be the last to fall. If there will be anyone left to look upon these medallions soon. If it even matters. Were they not always fated to fade from a world that never wanted them?
Ciri's voice slips between his thoughts. I want to fix it. He promised her he would fix so many things and he isn't certain he fixed much at all. He knows he protected her. He doesn't know if doing so made anything better. But maybe it isn't his place to fix what's broken on her behalf. Maybe that's for her to do. Maybe what's more important is that he's there for her, while she does so.
He looks over at Ciri. She seems almost small, and he places a hand on her shoulder. ] I'll help.
[ He bends down to where the split trunk has toppled over and waits for her to join him. The logistics are not especially significant in the Horizon. It only matters that they lift it and fit it back into place. ]
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For a second, he's silent. These walls have held immeasurable loss for centuries, but now it's—it soaks the air, like freshly fallen rain. Nothing will bring them back. And he wonders, not for the first time, if he will be the last to fall. If there will be anyone left to look upon these medallions soon. If it even matters. Were they not always fated to fade from a world that never wanted them?
Ciri's voice slips between his thoughts. I want to fix it. He promised her he would fix so many things and he isn't certain he fixed much at all. He knows he protected her. He doesn't know if doing so made anything better. But maybe it isn't his place to fix what's broken on her behalf. Maybe that's for her to do. Maybe what's more important is that he's there for her, while she does so.
He looks over at Ciri. She seems almost small, and he places a hand on her shoulder. ] I'll help.
[ He bends down to where the split trunk has toppled over and waits for her to join him. The logistics are not especially significant in the Horizon. It only matters that they lift it and fit it back into place. ]