[ Oh. Mm. The universal experience of all children: running off to hide when upset at a parent. He raises an eyebrow, then gestures at the state of the attic. Keep going is a nice sentiment, but a complicated one when there isn't anywhere to go except back down. Which, considering the unsettling wet noises coming from beneath, is rapidly becoming less feasible.
He returns to one of the walls, pressing his hand to it. Perhaps a door? (He managed before, in that labyrinth. To a degree.) ]
There was an outcrop in the woods. I would take my horse there when things were...unpleasant. [ For a variety of reasons. Not always to do with Vesemir. Kaer Morhen was full of Witchers too quick to temper. And though he will never admit it out loud, he is not unaware—now that he can look back with a century of understanding—that he was something of a sensitive child once. ] You didn't get on with your father?
[ Maybe he's prodding, a little. He isn't trying to pry, but he is spending a not insignificant amount of time with the boy teaching him. Steve has become more than a casual interest, and despite their weeks together, he doesn't actually know too much about him. Call him curious. ]
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He returns to one of the walls, pressing his hand to it. Perhaps a door? (He managed before, in that labyrinth. To a degree.) ]
There was an outcrop in the woods. I would take my horse there when things were...unpleasant. [ For a variety of reasons. Not always to do with Vesemir. Kaer Morhen was full of Witchers too quick to temper. And though he will never admit it out loud, he is not unaware—now that he can look back with a century of understanding—that he was something of a sensitive child once. ] You didn't get on with your father?
[ Maybe he's prodding, a little. He isn't trying to pry, but he is spending a not insignificant amount of time with the boy teaching him. Steve has become more than a casual interest, and despite their weeks together, he doesn't actually know too much about him. Call him curious. ]