[ Ciri's shoulders relax, slightly. With a wave of her hand, she crafts a pitcher of wine from the endless cloth of the Horizon, completing the set with two matching goblets. ]
That is a relief.
[ She pauses, taking the moment to pour, then to slide one of the goblets across the table to Yennefer. Ciri takes her own in front of her, fingers clasped around the stem, without lifting it.
Her eyes meet Yennefer's, steady. There is no accusation there, not exactly -- but there is a distance, a fence if not a wall. ]
Geralt insists you did not know. [ Before Yennefer can confirm or deny this, Ciri continues: ] I believe him. What's happened is already past. I'm not interested in what you missed. It's done. What I want to know is--
no subject
That is a relief.
[ She pauses, taking the moment to pour, then to slide one of the goblets across the table to Yennefer. Ciri takes her own in front of her, fingers clasped around the stem, without lifting it.
Her eyes meet Yennefer's, steady. There is no accusation there, not exactly -- but there is a distance, a fence if not a wall. ]
Geralt insists you did not know. [ Before Yennefer can confirm or deny this, Ciri continues: ] I believe him. What's happened is already past. I'm not interested in what you missed. It's done. What I want to know is--
Was it worth it?