[There's something about Geralt's calm -- and his fucking TIME in answering -- that has made Jaskier become even more panicked. He's sent more messages to Ciri (unanswered), torn his own hair out (minor), and contemplated going back to that stable to rent a horse of his own --
And there he finally is.
Which means Geralt has not heard from her, either.]
She's alive. I don't see injuries on her, but Ciri's sword isn't on her, either. There's a second horse here too. With no rider. I... I don't know, perhaps a week ago? She was busy. Hold on.
[To be honest, Geralt's relative calm has always annoyed him, but it's also pulled him back to think of something else. He returns to the horses, looking them over, his hand running over their flanks, their noses.] They look cared for, however. Recently. Perhaps a day ago they last ate.
[He blinks, removing from the second horse what can only be a cane. And in his time sweeping through the Free Cities, he has only seen one man use this specific aid.] I think Viktor was with her? This looks like his cane. Why the fuck would he be with her on a hunt?
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And there he finally is.
Which means Geralt has not heard from her, either.]
She's alive. I don't see injuries on her, but Ciri's sword isn't on her, either. There's a second horse here too. With no rider. I... I don't know, perhaps a week ago? She was busy. Hold on.
[To be honest, Geralt's relative calm has always annoyed him, but it's also pulled him back to think of something else. He returns to the horses, looking them over, his hand running over their flanks, their noses.] They look cared for, however. Recently. Perhaps a day ago they last ate.
[He blinks, removing from the second horse what can only be a cane. And in his time sweeping through the Free Cities, he has only seen one man use this specific aid.] I think Viktor was with her? This looks like his cane. Why the fuck would he be with her on a hunt?