[Geralt snorts under his breath, which hitches when her hand runs through his hair. He feels like he'll never grow accustomed to the intimacy of it or the warmth that pools in his gut.
And, so she cannot be unsure of it, his head tilts just slightly into the touch like he's a flower leaning into the sun.
The rest of the journey is done in largely companionable silence, until they find an inn for the night. Geralt leads Roach to the stables, stopping and extending his arms to help Yen down from her perch atop the horse.]
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And, so she cannot be unsure of it, his head tilts just slightly into the touch like he's a flower leaning into the sun.
The rest of the journey is done in largely companionable silence, until they find an inn for the night. Geralt leads Roach to the stables, stopping and extending his arms to help Yen down from her perch atop the horse.]
We should stop for the night.