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Geralt is always reachable by the network. Unless it's an emergency, expect not to hear back for a few hours, if not a few days.

To talk to him in person, you'll need to be in Cadens or go to his domain, a snowy mountain fortress. Yard is open; doors are locked. If he isn't around, leave a delivery with the white wolf.

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[gynvael]

[ Geralt waits. He hates sitting on his hands, but there's fuck all he can do. Not out here, like this.

So he waits. He hunts for their dinner, builds another shelter for them inside a cave this time that he makes sure, for Sam's sake, is cleared of rats and snakes and other things that a Witcher never needs to concern himself of but a human would. Meditates.

When he opens his eyes, a message is scrawled along the dirt.

Fuck. He breathes out for the first time in hours. Weeks, it feels.

Something. Geralt asks no further. ]

I'll speak to her when she's settled.

[ As long as she's unharmed, the rest can wait. He doesn't want to disrupt what she might be doing to find her way back. Especially if she has a companion she's protecting. ]

Thank you.

[ He doesn't mean only for telling him the news. ]

[cointosser]

As I assumed. She knows you know as well.

[It's not his first time being a middleman, but this time it is, at least, relieving. She's safe. She's coming home. It's not often Jaskier worries about Ciri, but a riderless horse --

He hopes this never happens again. Twice is too many times for one bard.]

Just come back in one piece, hmm? And tell Sam he can call Red back home.

[gynvael]

[ One piece. Yeah. He sighs, gathers their things again to get moving. His head is fucking pounding. ]

Look after her.

[cointosser]

When have I ever failed to?