[ He wanders alongside her, letting her look. Silent, as he often is. There are times when he's reminded of the gap between them, and now is yet one more as he wonders if she remembers more of the temple beyond what he does. Is Nenneke alive all those years later? Is the temple even standing?
How far has Nilfgaard marched? (What exactly does Ciri remember of him that she will not say?)
They are questions he remains hesitant to ask. Even now.
He pauses by the endless flickering candles. The ones that light each night. He did hope she would find some value in it. But it is for a different reason that he created the place. ]
After I returned from Thorne, Jaskier told me he found something. In the cellar beneath Kaer Morhen. [ He starts to walk again. He's spoken little of that time, for a reason, but Ciri knows what happened more than most. ] Old living memories. I locked the door. Then Dean stumbled on it, convinced me to tear it down. I thought perhaps a better memory should take its place.
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How far has Nilfgaard marched? (What exactly does Ciri remember of him that she will not say?)
They are questions he remains hesitant to ask. Even now.
He pauses by the endless flickering candles. The ones that light each night. He did hope she would find some value in it. But it is for a different reason that he created the place. ]
After I returned from Thorne, Jaskier told me he found something. In the cellar beneath Kaer Morhen. [ He starts to walk again. He's spoken little of that time, for a reason, but Ciri knows what happened more than most. ] Old living memories. I locked the door. Then Dean stumbled on it, convinced me to tear it down. I thought perhaps a better memory should take its place.