[ yennefer senses his attempts to be disinterested. geralt may appear like an unreadable stone to so many (perhaps even including himself), but she knows that he's interested. it's either she's reading him correctly or it's her wishful thinking.
watching his face for a moment, she looks away, wanting to appear disinterested herself. ]
I'm looking for something—or someone—who's familiar. I've been left alone. My escort is dead. There are only so many conversations I can have with myself before I do get sick of my own voice.
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[ yennefer senses his attempts to be disinterested. geralt may appear like an unreadable stone to so many (perhaps even including himself), but she knows that he's interested. it's either she's reading him correctly or it's her wishful thinking.
watching his face for a moment, she looks away, wanting to appear disinterested herself. ]
I'm looking for something—or someone—who's familiar. I've been left alone. My escort is dead. There are only so many conversations I can have with myself before I do get sick of my own voice.
[ is that belieavable? she thinks it is. ]