Geralt lets Jaskier answer on his behalf (Geralt is, as always, in a perpetual state of fine. However that's interpreted). He's content to watch the two of them, silent but fond, until Ciri's footsteps alert him to her arrival.
In the commotion with Jaskier, he'd not even realized she was home. Geralt brightens a bit to see her—because, more than anyone, he understands how rare it is for Ciri to have a loss returned to her, unharmed.
"Found her at the stables," he explains.
He gives them time to reunite before he places a light hand on Rinwell's shoulder.
"You made it in time for dinner."
They don't tend to eat together; Geralt's rare appearances in the city combined with Ciri working and Jaskier's odd hours, flitting about—almost feels a bit. Fitting. That they're somehow all here when Rinwell's returned.
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In the commotion with Jaskier, he'd not even realized she was home. Geralt brightens a bit to see her—because, more than anyone, he understands how rare it is for Ciri to have a loss returned to her, unharmed.
"Found her at the stables," he explains.
He gives them time to reunite before he places a light hand on Rinwell's shoulder.
"You made it in time for dinner."
They don't tend to eat together; Geralt's rare appearances in the city combined with Ciri working and Jaskier's odd hours, flitting about—almost feels a bit. Fitting. That they're somehow all here when Rinwell's returned.