[ When Ciri takes him up on his invitation, Geralt goes to meet her at the small cabin she's built on the mountain. Part of him is a little uncertain about showing her. The reason why he made it, what sat there before, he's never told her.
He's not yet decided if he wants to, either. They're old wounds more than anything. Nothing that needs to be laid out.
Still. At the very least, he wants her to know the temple's there, that she's as welcome in it as she is anywhere else in their shared domain. A bit of warmth where they haven't got much of it.
He knocks on her door, waits for her to open it. Lately, he's seemed a bit better, a little lighter, and perhaps Ciri might've noticed. ] Ciri.
late january/early february.
He's not yet decided if he wants to, either. They're old wounds more than anything. Nothing that needs to be laid out.
Still. At the very least, he wants her to know the temple's there, that she's as welcome in it as she is anywhere else in their shared domain. A bit of warmth where they haven't got much of it.
He knocks on her door, waits for her to open it. Lately, he's seemed a bit better, a little lighter, and perhaps Ciri might've noticed. ] Ciri.