[ He shifts, finally turning to face her. Look, he's not pretending. There's just—nothing to say about it, because he hardly knows what the fuck it all means, anyway. Or what Cirilla might have told Yennefer in their own encounter. He only knows that the princess had accompanied him to Kaer Morhen at some point in her childhood. That he'd set her on a path far from the one she'd been born into. (That she didn't begrudge him for this.)
As for Yennefer...
Where she fits into that picture, he has no idea. The fact that Cirilla is seemingly familiar with the sorceress says a few things, though. Things he isn't sure how to interpret.
His fingers curl around the edges of the gated fence. It's impossible not to pick the conversation off where they'd last left the pieces, now that the box is finally open. ]
And do you still think I should've returned to claim a child meant to inherit Cintra's crown?
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As for Yennefer...
Where she fits into that picture, he has no idea. The fact that Cirilla is seemingly familiar with the sorceress says a few things, though. Things he isn't sure how to interpret.
His fingers curl around the edges of the gated fence. It's impossible not to pick the conversation off where they'd last left the pieces, now that the box is finally open. ]
And do you still think I should've returned to claim a child meant to inherit Cintra's crown?