[ An uncomfortable silence fills the air. Geralt's not used to discussing his...conflicts with Yennefer. Even Jaskier knows better than to pry, especially these days.
He knows if he says nothing, Cirilla will continue to press. Or look disappointed. Geralt's not ready for that, either.
He shifts his weight. He gets why she's asking. ] No. About a conversation we should've never had.
[ It's the truth. It's not about Ciri herself. It's just—neither of them had ever intended to revisit that conversation again. Geralt had put it aside. Unlike the wish, he'd thought it was no longer relevant. Until Ciri actually arrived. Now they're here, and it's not her fault (if anything, it's on him), but it doesn't make any of this less of a damn headache. ]
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He knows if he says nothing, Cirilla will continue to press. Or look disappointed. Geralt's not ready for that, either.
He shifts his weight. He gets why she's asking. ] No. About a conversation we should've never had.
[ It's the truth. It's not about Ciri herself. It's just—neither of them had ever intended to revisit that conversation again. Geralt had put it aside. Unlike the wish, he'd thought it was no longer relevant. Until Ciri actually arrived. Now they're here, and it's not her fault (if anything, it's on him), but it doesn't make any of this less of a damn headache. ]