[ yennefer's head snaps sharply in the direction of the voice, a sudden break in the bitterly cold silence.
she didn't hear his approach - a point of unmistakable annoyance to an already sour mood and the look she gives him is one of equal parts weight and calculation. he's injured, the stiff and crooked motions of someone eager to avoid the pain their own body afflicts them with.
and, he seems to think he's ruggedly charming. quaint.
her brows knit at the statement, a look cast back into the bookstore. ] There were lights inside. [ her pivot towards him is slow and measured, answer a statement rather a blatant explanation. this conversation may stand to still be a touch more useful than the dust gathered on old books. ] Lingering spirits seems like a very particular point to bring up. Why?
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she didn't hear his approach - a point of unmistakable annoyance to an already sour mood and the look she gives him is one of equal parts weight and calculation. he's injured, the stiff and crooked motions of someone eager to avoid the pain their own body afflicts them with.
and, he seems to think he's ruggedly charming. quaint.
her brows knit at the statement, a look cast back into the bookstore. ] There were lights inside. [ her pivot towards him is slow and measured, answer a statement rather a blatant explanation. this conversation may stand to still be a touch more useful than the dust gathered on old books. ] Lingering spirits seems like a very particular point to bring up. Why?