[Near Aquila is not necessarily Aquila, and even after they drag themselves off the beach, they still need to make it to actual civilization. Viktor does his best to put himself on autopilot and ignore the pain of his injuries and the pain of exerting himself far past his own limits. He has Ciri to lean on, at least, though she's most certainly in worse shape than he is. All he can really do is push onward, trying not to count steps until sand gives way to dirt paths and then, finally, to the buildings that line the outskirts of the beach. It doesn't take long for them to be noticed.
Everything that happens after a few considerate townspeople take them to the closest inn is something of a blur. They negotiate room and board--Viktor might be washing dishes for a day or two, but ultimately the proprietor is sympathetic, and gives them a room and a meal for the evening. He imagines they can sort out an actual trip back to Cadens in the morning. For now, all he wants to do is strip off his wet clothes, clean his injuries, and sleep.
Ciri needs it, too, and he doesn't disturb her even after he wakes up. It's dusk, when he finally finds consciousness again, though he does his best not to disturb his temporary roommate. He makes the unilateral decision that they both need to eat something, so he heads downstairs to pick up meals for them. The room is small, and sparsely furnished, but there is a little side table and chairs for them to use, which Viktor turns into an impromptu dining space. It's only after he arranges the bowls and utensils that he moves to wake her, figuring that it's important to eat--she can always sleep more, later.
Plus, it's possible they need to talk.]
Ciri. [A gentle nudge to her shoulder. He tries not to loom over her bed.] You should eat something.
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Everything that happens after a few considerate townspeople take them to the closest inn is something of a blur. They negotiate room and board--Viktor might be washing dishes for a day or two, but ultimately the proprietor is sympathetic, and gives them a room and a meal for the evening. He imagines they can sort out an actual trip back to Cadens in the morning. For now, all he wants to do is strip off his wet clothes, clean his injuries, and sleep.
Ciri needs it, too, and he doesn't disturb her even after he wakes up. It's dusk, when he finally finds consciousness again, though he does his best not to disturb his temporary roommate. He makes the unilateral decision that they both need to eat something, so he heads downstairs to pick up meals for them. The room is small, and sparsely furnished, but there is a little side table and chairs for them to use, which Viktor turns into an impromptu dining space. It's only after he arranges the bowls and utensils that he moves to wake her, figuring that it's important to eat--she can always sleep more, later.
Plus, it's possible they need to talk.]
Ciri. [A gentle nudge to her shoulder. He tries not to loom over her bed.] You should eat something.