[ Ciri stops too. She turns to face him fully, and for a moment, there is tension. Her shoulders brace, her mouth opening, the argument trying to coalesce behind her eyes.
But then--
Your home is with me, he says. With us.
The fight rushes out of her like breath after a blow. To Geralt, it might feel like he'd been leading into the subject in a logical way; to her, it feels like he just led her into a hallway and yanked the rug right out from under her to reveal a hidden door they're suddenly falling through, a jarring side-step into territory she never even knew existed, let alone considered. Maybe it's strange, in retrospect. It hadn't crossed her mind.
She'd thought he (everyone) would want to go back. To their proper times and places. Even after the memory-dreams, or perhaps even more because of them. All of this already makes her head hurt; trying to wrap her mind around what Geralt is suggesting is dizzying.
Ciri's voice is small. Confused, more than anything else. ]
no subject
But then--
Your home is with me, he says. With us.
The fight rushes out of her like breath after a blow. To Geralt, it might feel like he'd been leading into the subject in a logical way; to her, it feels like he just led her into a hallway and yanked the rug right out from under her to reveal a hidden door they're suddenly falling through, a jarring side-step into territory she never even knew existed, let alone considered. Maybe it's strange, in retrospect. It hadn't crossed her mind.
She'd thought he (everyone) would want to go back. To their proper times and places. Even after the memory-dreams, or perhaps even more because of them. All of this already makes her head hurt; trying to wrap her mind around what Geralt is suggesting is dizzying.
Ciri's voice is small. Confused, more than anything else. ]
...Geralt?