[ His handwriting etches over the door of the wardrobe, in the flicker of one of her lanterns; a flower shaped of flames in held within. She bites her lip as she reads it, her mind racing. It's not happening to them. The man she'd met in town, Claude, had had the same bruises, but if Geralt and Sam are fine... then doesn't that make it more likely that she's right?
The next fragments come with gaps between them, like she's having trouble putting together her thoughts. ]
It's
Are you
Something's
[ She groans to herself, putting her head in her hands. Finally, she manages a complete sentence. ]
no subject
The next fragments come with gaps between them, like she's having trouble putting together her thoughts. ]
It's
Are you
Something's
[ She groans to herself, putting her head in her hands. Finally, she manages a complete sentence. ]
I think he's trying to come back.