[ His eyes turn sharp when she says worlds away. Does she mean—?
He's realizing she does. Her face is new. It isn't impossible there might be faces he's not seen, but the chances of that are slim: between the slated execution that gathered all those summoned into the yard and Sam's recent event, Geralt has made note of almost everyone. And hers is not one he'd have missed. Not with that hair, those eyes.
For a second, he looks deep in thought. As though he's trying to piece together a puzzle only he can see. If he hears her apologies, he doesn't respond to them at all. ]
Tell me about this portal. [ She could mean a standard travelling portal, the kind any mage could open up—or something more. ]
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He's realizing she does. Her face is new. It isn't impossible there might be faces he's not seen, but the chances of that are slim: between the slated execution that gathered all those summoned into the yard and Sam's recent event, Geralt has made note of almost everyone. And hers is not one he'd have missed. Not with that hair, those eyes.
For a second, he looks deep in thought. As though he's trying to piece together a puzzle only he can see. If he hears her apologies, he doesn't respond to them at all. ]
Tell me about this portal. [ She could mean a standard travelling portal, the kind any mage could open up—or something more. ]