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[ His lips quirk. Is she? He supposes most do try to win her over, but for Geralt, it was...different. They were swept up in each other from the start, and equally distant at the same time. If it was not Yennefer pushing him away, then he was the one keeping her at arm's length.

Only recently have things felt steadier. Less fraught. He remains uncertain where they stand, what he wants—what she wants—but he no longer feels the burning need to empty too much of himself into her. It's...calm. Calmer. And he knows no matter what, she will be there for Ciri. There is some relief in not having that be a constant doubt. ]

A mage would mistake caution for superiority. [ The remark is not as biting as it sounds—a lightness to his tone. And it isn't a no, either. He has found his allies in mages before. Just...not many of them. But then, he hasn't many allies in general. Not ones he trusts wholly.

Geralt finishes his drink. Their business has concluded. He won't be long in Nocwich when he has to ride out at dawn. He rises from the table, stepping towards the exit. ] The length suits you. Keep it.

[ A rush of icy wind blasts through the door. Then it swings shut behind him. ]