|| Pain is knowing that in the games Geralt and Yennefer had once died and somehow came back to life. That, I haven’t found out about, yet.

Most likely, she didn't. Because it's cold and the covers are warm.

Maybe. . .maybe not. Does it matter? It's fucking cold!

Inhales deeply. Internally cursing up a storm. Exhales slowly.

“Go. Away.” Is he still angry with her? Yes. Feels like she's haunting him, both physically and emotionally, “I'm fine.”

No, she should never say those words.

God damnit, Ciri.

. . . .fuck!

No don't say fuck!

Yen, if you see this— twasn't my fault.

Thinking about how Yennefer will kill him for this. Please, stop using profanities!

Thank the gods, or they both would have been doomed to hell.

Vesemir?

VESEMIR!

V— V— V—. . . . Violence.

Woke up way too early, so don't mind him rolling over and pulling the covers over his eyes.

Changed his mind, he’s getting up, but only for some early morning ale.

It’s better than hearing Jaskier giving him a wake up call.

. . .