[ Geralt is not home, no, but he makes his way there quickly. As soon as he's out of the Horizon, that's where he goes. His head is clearer out here, he realizes. Less full of noise, fewer bubbling emotions threatening to spill over. Part of him is afraid he might not find her out here, though, but he swallows it down. Until he doesn't, there's no point in fretting.
Still. Immense relief floods him when he opens the door and sees her inside. ]
Ciri! [ He strides towards her, gathering her up in his arms. She's unharmed, of course. As is he. None of the injuries followed him out, and the only blood on him, stained under his nails, is that of a deer recently butchered. Feels like lifetimes ago. And yet. He's fairly certain not even a day has passed. The sun has only started to sink below the horizon.
It's good to hold her in the physical world. Where she's solid, where he knows she will not disappear from his sight. ] You're all right?
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Still. Immense relief floods him when he opens the door and sees her inside. ]
Ciri! [ He strides towards her, gathering her up in his arms. She's unharmed, of course. As is he. None of the injuries followed him out, and the only blood on him, stained under his nails, is that of a deer recently butchered. Feels like lifetimes ago. And yet. He's fairly certain not even a day has passed. The sun has only started to sink below the horizon.
It's good to hold her in the physical world. Where she's solid, where he knows she will not disappear from his sight. ] You're all right?