{ pfsb } on the Path

[jaskoleczka]

 The black mare the Baron had given her isn't as fleet as Kelpie once was, but she's sturdy and swift and Ciri reaches the inn before nightfall, which is all she'd really hoped for. She sees to the mare first, making certain she's set in a comfortable loose box with plenty of hay and water, then makes her weary way to the heavy wooden front door.

But –

"This inn has improved somewhat, since my last visit," she says to herself, and smiles as she lowers the hood that had covered her ashen hair.

Milliways, again. At last.

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[lightamidchaos]

"I cannot speak to how your world regards witchers, but I did not find him rude," Lan Wangji counters. "Considered in his speech, perhaps."

The narration silently invites one to consider the source of this observation.

[jaskoleczka]

It's to her credit, she thinks, that she doesn't laugh.

"That is a very generous interpretation," she observes, once she's sure her inner amusement is under control. "I suppose Geralt is, in some ways, like you: he thinks he's worse with people than he is."

[lightamidchaos]

He shakes his head at her. "Most do not consider me good with people. I have also never considered myself so."

[jaskoleczka]

"And yet you are good with me," she tells him, smiling. "And even managed a civil conversation with the White Wolf, a feat some might call impossible."

[lightamidchaos]

"Mn."

He considers that for a moment, then points out, "You are easy to talk to."

[jaskoleczka]

"So are you," she says, with absolute sincerity.

"It's been a long time since I had a friend."

[lightamidchaos]

"You have one now."

Without hesitation, and with absolute certainty.

[jaskoleczka]

She smiles at him.

"Then I'll sit with you a little while longer, my friend," she tells him, and shifts to lean back against the wall, putting her feet up on the seat of another chair as she relaxes.

"Before this evening comes to an end."