[ Geralt waits. He hates sitting on his hands, but there's fuck all he can do. Not out here, like this.
So he waits. He hunts for their dinner, builds another shelter for them inside a cave this time that he makes sure, for Sam's sake, is cleared of rats and snakes and other things that a Witcher never needs to concern himself of but a human would. Meditates.
When he opens his eyes, a message is scrawled along the dirt.
Fuck. He breathes out for the first time in hours. Weeks, it feels.
Something. Geralt asks no further. ]
I'll speak to her when she's settled.
[ As long as she's unharmed, the rest can wait. He doesn't want to disrupt what she might be doing to find her way back. Especially if she has a companion she's protecting. ]
Thank you.
[ He doesn't mean only for telling him the news. ]
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So he waits. He hunts for their dinner, builds another shelter for them inside a cave this time that he makes sure, for Sam's sake, is cleared of rats and snakes and other things that a Witcher never needs to concern himself of but a human would. Meditates.
When he opens his eyes, a message is scrawled along the dirt.
Fuck. He breathes out for the first time in hours. Weeks, it feels.
Something. Geralt asks no further. ]
I'll speak to her when she's settled.
[ As long as she's unharmed, the rest can wait. He doesn't want to disrupt what she might be doing to find her way back. Especially if she has a companion she's protecting. ]
Thank you.
[ He doesn't mean only for telling him the news. ]