𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥

He has taken advantage of her hospitality far too many times. She is sweeter than the sugar glaze atop the rolls...

... She.. honors him. How can he repay such kindness?

Finally. A hot bath. A floral scent of rose hips, carried by a subtle mint aroma. Used to ease his muscles, and make his senses alert. Aware. It's quiet. Peaceful. Yet.. he wouldn't object to company. Well.. real company. God seems silent tonight. Which could be good, or bad.

𐎸| Might possibly do a starter call? 🤔

He is tired tonight, plagued with headaches so severe that God is silent. Has been. This is.. troublesome.

It has been a constant battle for control. It's rather embarrassing, really. He misses his most favored student, one who jad natural, raw talent. He knew she was going to have a bright future ahead of her.

𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴.. 𝙍𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙.

A loud, unimpressed yawn.

ɪ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ꜱᴜɴ... ɪ ᴄʟɪᴍʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀ.. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀꜱ 𝙂𝙊𝘿...

Ah, Tempest is still alive and well. Like a pustule on the tail end of an ass. It's good to see a familiar face.

Of course. Witchers are known for not being smart or witty enough to take a joke. A shame, really.

Neither is her threats. And yet, here we are. Has she been fairing well?

He wouldn't have asked if he didn't.

Is he not allowed to care? Is it a sin to be curious about anothers well being? How utterly rude.

Where are all these Ofieri people coming from?

Ｃｏｎｔｅｍｐｌａｔｉｏｎ

Somehow, he has survived. So, too, has God.