Cassandra watches the antics with the breadcart, the fussing of the breadcart’s owner and insistence that Geralt accept a loaf of bread with a warm, fondly amused smile on her lips, her blue-grey eyes sparkling. And they only grow moreso, as he takes in her bow and sword and raises an eyebrow questioningly.
“Good morning,” she replies. “It seems we had the same idea. Mind a bit of company?” It’s evident in her voice that she won’t be hurt if he decides he’d rather not; she’s quite certain he’s not much of a company person. Neither is she, some days. So she understands. And won’t be offended if he’d rather go wandering alone.
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Cassandra watches the antics with the breadcart, the fussing of the breadcart’s owner and insistence that Geralt accept a loaf of bread with a warm, fondly amused smile on her lips, her blue-grey eyes sparkling. And they only grow moreso, as he takes in her bow and sword and raises an eyebrow questioningly.
“Good morning,” she replies. “It seems we had the same idea. Mind a bit of company?” It’s evident in her voice that she won’t be hurt if he decides he’d rather not; she’s quite certain he’s not much of a company person. Neither is she, some days. So she understands. And won’t be offended if he’d rather go wandering alone.