[ He smiles at her, a typical edge of fondness. His head tips for her to follow. ]
Come on. [ His boots crunch over the crisp powdered snow. ] Wanted to show you something. A small change.
[ It's a quick walk to Kaer Morhen. Though the halls are the same as they ever were, for the first time, he leads her towards the stairs that go beneath the keep. Ciri may have noticed them; they've been there from the start, though Geralt's gone out of his way to never acknowledge them.
But where they once cast long shadows, the corridors are warm. Familiar, maybe, to Ciri—and once the wood doors open, it's clear where he's brought her. The stained glass throws glittering light over the statue of Melitele. He glances over his shoulder. ]
I, ah. Jaskier lent a hand. There was a different place here before.
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Come on. [ His boots crunch over the crisp powdered snow. ] Wanted to show you something. A small change.
[ It's a quick walk to Kaer Morhen. Though the halls are the same as they ever were, for the first time, he leads her towards the stairs that go beneath the keep. Ciri may have noticed them; they've been there from the start, though Geralt's gone out of his way to never acknowledge them.
But where they once cast long shadows, the corridors are warm. Familiar, maybe, to Ciri—and once the wood doors open, it's clear where he's brought her. The stained glass throws glittering light over the statue of Melitele. He glances over his shoulder. ]
I, ah. Jaskier lent a hand. There was a different place here before.