[ It is her, that much is certain in the wake of everything that isn't. Yennefer at once experiences a pairing of relief and dread — the first purely as a result of her own selfishness and the sudden knowledge that she doesn't have to endure Geralt's departure alone, but the second following in close succession when she realizes what Ciri must have agreed to in order to even be here, in the flesh. It is a choice she would have preferred the girl never had to make, never been forced to, as much as she acknowledges there must be regrets that exist.
Her fingers curl in at her sides, within her skirts, as Ciri hurries in her direction — the instinct to embrace her is there, almost overwhelming at the start, but she can tell the girl is trying to exercise restraint, almost holding herself back.
That uncertainty lasts right up until Ciri chooses to hug her regardless, and then Yennefer doesn't hesitate, wrapping arms around her in a shared embrace, one hand gently cradling against the back of her head for a lingering moment. They haven't held onto one another like this before, not truly, but somehow it feels like the right thing, something for Yennefer to also ground herself to in the wake of recent losses. ]
As real as you. [ Which begs the question of whether Ciri believed her not to be, in turn explaining the strange look she'd been given beforehand. Yennefer pulls back, but only so far, hands settling against the girl's upper arms and then drifting up to gently cup her face. ] Are you alright?
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Her fingers curl in at her sides, within her skirts, as Ciri hurries in her direction — the instinct to embrace her is there, almost overwhelming at the start, but she can tell the girl is trying to exercise restraint, almost holding herself back.
That uncertainty lasts right up until Ciri chooses to hug her regardless, and then Yennefer doesn't hesitate, wrapping arms around her in a shared embrace, one hand gently cradling against the back of her head for a lingering moment. They haven't held onto one another like this before, not truly, but somehow it feels like the right thing, something for Yennefer to also ground herself to in the wake of recent losses. ]
As real as you. [ Which begs the question of whether Ciri believed her not to be, in turn explaining the strange look she'd been given beforehand. Yennefer pulls back, but only so far, hands settling against the girl's upper arms and then drifting up to gently cup her face. ] Are you alright?