Date: 2017-09-16 05:46 pm (UTC)
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He offers her a smile, because there's something kindred there. It's a small expression, barely there, like a ghost of something he might have once been able to become. But it's there.

Geralt wonders if that's the sin weighing on her shoulders that he senses. Not fitting in. It was not her fault, of course; it never is. But society doesn't suffer the different very kindly, too often.

Either way, he feels that he can open up, let out some of himself. Geralt spends too much of his time, being guarded, especially here.

"You might not feel you always belong to the people, but you'll always belong to the land you were born in. No matter how far you end up from it. Seems like this place is giving you somewhere to blossom, though? Away from the responsibilities of your birth."

He tilted his head to the side, dog-like.

"I have a daughter at home. She had big responsibilities on her head. We were separated for a long time. And I think while she was gone, she had some very hard experiences. But I also think it gave her opportunities. Just like you."

The thought was a comfort.
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