[ If he catches the strain in Gideon's answer, that spot hesitation, Geralt does not remark on it. He remembers Gideon speaking of her friend, a bit, but he's never met her. ]
Every place hides its bodies. [ He's certain Solvunn is no different. He doesn't mean any deep, dark secrets. Just—people are who they are. Even those who insist on kindness to their neighbours. Perhaps especially those. ] You were in a small village as this?
[ He's retreated to his own reclusive home. Hidden away in the mountains. But that's different. They don't live there exclusively. They venture out through the world most of the year. He's never known what it's like to be in a little commune, never setting foot outside it your entire life. It feels stifling, the thought, even though he knows it's common for most who grow up in small towns and villages. ]
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Every place hides its bodies. [ He's certain Solvunn is no different. He doesn't mean any deep, dark secrets. Just—people are who they are. Even those who insist on kindness to their neighbours. Perhaps especially those. ] You were in a small village as this?
[ He's retreated to his own reclusive home. Hidden away in the mountains. But that's different. They don't live there exclusively. They venture out through the world most of the year. He's never known what it's like to be in a little commune, never setting foot outside it your entire life. It feels stifling, the thought, even though he knows it's common for most who grow up in small towns and villages. ]