[ Steadily, his pulse returns to its slow pace, breathing evening out—his recovery quicker, always, than most humans, though the satisfying buzz beneath his skin lingers much longer. He relaxes, content to soak in the afterglow for a bit. It's where he expects to stay for at least the next few minutes.
So the tension that overtakes her catches him by surprise. Geralt pulls back, his hand going to her cheek. His nails remain pointed, a hint curved. ] Something the matter?
[ She's been through a lot, but he'd thought she's started putting what happened behind her. As much as they all can, that is. Even if he still worries when she goes into the Horizon. Occasionally imagines that she will not emerge again. That he doesn't understand why is what troubles him. It makes it near impossible to predict when it might happen again. ]
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So the tension that overtakes her catches him by surprise. Geralt pulls back, his hand going to her cheek. His nails remain pointed, a hint curved. ] Something the matter?
[ She's been through a lot, but he'd thought she's started putting what happened behind her. As much as they all can, that is. Even if he still worries when she goes into the Horizon. Occasionally imagines that she will not emerge again. That he doesn't understand why is what troubles him. It makes it near impossible to predict when it might happen again. ]