[ Himeka seems in brighter spirits at the prospect of lighting up a few vines. Geralt can't begrudge her the distraction. It's not much of one for him, mostly serves to remind him of what he's lost (how much he lost), but he can admit her uplifted disposition—however slight—is not unwelcome.
As always, he finds Himeka easy to be around. Perhaps something of a distraction for his own moods.
His palm does not produce flame as hers, but it does heat up, scorching away the plant-like tendril where it wraps around a sconce. ]
Place has seen worse. [ He says it casually enough. ] So. I take you also received a visitor in your dreams?
[ He's yet to speak to anyone who has not, but he also hasn't discussed in detail the contents of it. The silent falling snow. The cavern with its howling wolves. A rising monolith in the center. Recalling it makes it seem faded now, but at the time it'd been vivid, real. ]
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As always, he finds Himeka easy to be around. Perhaps something of a distraction for his own moods.
His palm does not produce flame as hers, but it does heat up, scorching away the plant-like tendril where it wraps around a sconce. ]
Place has seen worse. [ He says it casually enough. ] So. I take you also received a visitor in your dreams?
[ He's yet to speak to anyone who has not, but he also hasn't discussed in detail the contents of it. The silent falling snow. The cavern with its howling wolves. A rising monolith in the center. Recalling it makes it seem faded now, but at the time it'd been vivid, real. ]