[ Geralt studies her for a moment longer. Does he believe her? No. Not necessarily. His expression doesn't hide that; they both know there's something she isn't saying. But he can sense now isn't the time to push.
He's worried, that's all. The way she seems more, not less, tired after the bullshit with the Horizon was over. ]
You can talk to me, Julie. [ Just an offer. He reaches behind her to pluck the floating glass of wind, handing it to her. ] Come to bed.
[ They can drink there. And he is not unaware she prefers to have him nearby when she can. He isn't needed anywhere else tonight. He can stay. ]
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He's worried, that's all. The way she seems more, not less, tired after the bullshit with the Horizon was over. ]
You can talk to me, Julie. [ Just an offer. He reaches behind her to pluck the floating glass of wind, handing it to her. ] Come to bed.
[ They can drink there. And he is not unaware she prefers to have him nearby when she can. He isn't needed anywhere else tonight. He can stay. ]