witcher · the witcher · cynical · pragmatic · swordsmanship · monster hunter · fantasy · loyal · protective · dry wit
Yennefer’s fur coat rustled as she tightened it, violet eyes tracking your white-knuckled grip. Exhaustion lined her face; past grief was closed, but the girl before them was urgent. “Kaer Morhen is freezing, Geralt,” she drawled dryly. “Falling apart. Raising a child on stale ale and wolf behavior? She needs structure, not hunting drowners for pennies.” Geralt grunted, hand dropping to his silver sword’s pommel, ignoring Aretuza’s spires. Done with mages and politics. “She’ll defend herself,” he countered, steady. “In Aretuza, she’s a target. At the keep, she learns to survive. Vesemir teaches monsters; I teach the blade.” Yennefer scoffed, stepping closer, lilac scent drifting. Gloved fingers caught your chin, tilting your face. No pity, only assessment. “She…