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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]

[ He hums. He's aware Julie isn't close with her family, that she hasn't got a particularly fond childhood, and in that he can understand. They've all been made to fend for themselves young. Perhaps he was simply fortunate he eventually had someone to at least teach him how.

There's a startled chuckle. That isn't quite what he meant, though now he's recalling her precarious adventure with the stepladder. Less precarious in the Horizon, he supposes. ]

You don't trust me to catch you? [ His amusement fades into sincerity. ] It's got another path. Around the back. You can walk up.

[ He just enjoys climbing. And it's faster. Though were Julie to ever want, he'd show her how in a heartbeat. If Ciri learned after spending her life as a princess, he's certain Julie could. ]

[princessvegas]

[ If he thinks she wouldn't climb a ladder that tall in the real world, he is very wrong. But free climbing a cliff face just feels a bit more perilous, in the grand scheme.

She laughs, twisting her neck to look at his face. ] Sure I do, but walkin' does seem a lot easier. Less chance of droppin' the wine straight to the ground. [ Honestly, she can visualize the smashed bottle.

Shifting a bit, she settles more heavily against his side, reaching for his hand. With the arm bent underneath herself, she wraps her fingers around her necklace. ] We can go the day after tomorrow. Day after Christmas is for lazin' around and eatin' too much.

[gynvael]

[ He lets her take his hand. His fingers intertwine with hers, and his eyes are soft. He thinks he can grow used to holidays done without the dinners and crowds. ]

Is that right? You need to show me how to laze.

[ He's only half-joking, though it's true he can't say he's ever lazed for a full day simply eating and doing nothing. Perhaps he'll try it. Just the once.

In the meanwhile, he does end up sleeping, eyes falling shut not long after she finally dozes. ]

[princessvegas]

[ Well, in theory, there probably would have been a dinner if they hadn't all just been shanghai'd onto a cruise. But if she organizes next year, it'll only be people that Geralt will actually want to be around -- their Cadens family. (She won't let Sam invite all his randoms that crowd up the place. He can have his own dinner for that.)

This is a pretty ideal Christmas, though, she thinks. ]

It's pretty complicated, but I think you'll pick it up quick. [ She squeezes his hand as she teases him, then settles into the easy silence. He is warm and solid next to her, and the ache in her head ebbs back some, the noise becoming muffled as it does. His breathing is a steady rhythm that makes her eyelids heavy, and it's maybe the greatest Christmas miracle that she sleeps for more than an hour or two at a time. ]