[ Her snapping draws him out of his ever-narrowing focus on what the fuck this all means. If there's anything he should do, preemptively. Viktor is not a threat. But even so, Geralt can't help but think: he doesn't know the man. Not like that. Not enough to trust him with something that involves Ciri. It isn't only about what Ciri may or may not be capable of doing. It's what someone might believe she's capable of.
(Fuck.)
His gaze softens. Geralt rises from his seat to crouch down beside her. ] It'll be all right. I'll make sure of that.
[ He does not know how. He just knows he will. He'll find answers, if there are any. In the meantime, nothing has changed. His aim is still to protect Ciri. This is just one more item on a growing list of things no one can ever be told.
Not even Yennefer, he realizes. Perhaps it says something there are now those he's met here he would trust with Ciri's secrets more than Yennefer. He tries not to think about it. Swallows it down. It stings. ]
no subject
(Fuck.)
His gaze softens. Geralt rises from his seat to crouch down beside her. ] It'll be all right. I'll make sure of that.
[ He does not know how. He just knows he will. He'll find answers, if there are any. In the meantime, nothing has changed. His aim is still to protect Ciri. This is just one more item on a growing list of things no one can ever be told.
Not even Yennefer, he realizes. Perhaps it says something there are now those he's met here he would trust with Ciri's secrets more than Yennefer. He tries not to think about it. Swallows it down. It stings. ]
Can you tell me where you and Viktor are now?