[ Ciri's eyes widen slightly when she glances back over at Hilda. ]
...the sword?
[ Of course she remembers. The fact Geralt had asked Hilda for it is a squeeze of affection in her chest, a strange sort of nostalgia for something that never happened. Something that could have been. A reality that can change, that can be shaped to be what they want.
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...the sword?
[ Of course she remembers. The fact Geralt had asked Hilda for it is a squeeze of affection in her chest, a strange sort of nostalgia for something that never happened. Something that could have been. A reality that can change, that can be shaped to be what they want.
Is that why Geralt asked? ]
I'm sure you'll do a wonderful job, Hilda.