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Mar. 31st, 2020 01:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morgynleriYet more In Familia Imperatoris, continuing on from yesterday, Geralt does as Pavetta has asked him to do, and delivers a thing. And a truth Calanthe isn't ready to hear.
"My daughter died in a shipwreck five years ago. So did you." Calanthe holds up a hand when the guards start getting too close for Geralt's comfort. Keeping them there, just where he's on edge. "How could she have given anything to you?"
Geralt gives her a long look, refusing to give that an answer when Calanthe knows well enough. She wouldn't be nearly as angry as she is ‒ angry enough he can all but feel it, heat against his skin ‒ if she weren't certain that his being alive means Pavetta is alive.
"Why would you bring me this, and not bring my daughter and my granddaughter home?" The words are sharp as a knife, and Geralt lets out a long, slow breath.
"They are home."
That is enough to break everything apart.
"My daughter died in a shipwreck five years ago. So did you." Calanthe holds up a hand when the guards start getting too close for Geralt's comfort. Keeping them there, just where he's on edge. "How could she have given anything to you?"
Geralt gives her a long look, refusing to give that an answer when Calanthe knows well enough. She wouldn't be nearly as angry as she is ‒ angry enough he can all but feel it, heat against his skin ‒ if she weren't certain that his being alive means Pavetta is alive.
"Why would you bring me this, and not bring my daughter and my granddaughter home?" The words are sharp as a knife, and Geralt lets out a long, slow breath.
"They are home."
That is enough to break everything apart.