Cᴏɴғᴜᴛ "There's a part of me that still wants to pray. For plans forgot, for sins that forgave, maybe most of all for the price we paid."
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While walking to the fort, Ciri had many questions. Too many that Reika lost count. Although, she didn't mind. Not having social interaction for months was both a blessing as it was a curse. Unlike her brooding brother, Reika was happy to answer all of the girls questions as they walked up the mountain. They even made a pact to be roomies, which was fun.
As they neared their destination, the conversation slowly came to a halt. The sight of the fort brought a sense of relief , happy to be back at a place of familiarity. The moment Reika found herself walking through the familiar doors, a gush of warm air hit the three. Just as she takes notice of the back sides of her companions, who were seated at the dining table, she feels her body tense. It had been a long while since she left this place and the others that came with it. But she was more nervous at the idea of having to explain her situation to Vesemir.
The moment their heads turn towards the entrance, all the men loudly shouted in reaction, some even standing as a reaction of surprise.
"Reika!" Coen exclaims.
"Holy shit, we thought we'd never see you again." Lambert comments strolling over towards the girl, along with the others.
"Neither did I." She admits, hugging each of the men who neared over. After hugging down the line of men, she pulls away scanning around the rest of the room for a familiar face. "Where's Eskel?" She asks, which causes everyone's smile to drop in reaction, immediately creating an awkward silence to linger over the group.
"No." She gasps under breathe, tears threatening to make an appearance. She tried looking, desperately searching for someone to shake their head. To deny, or inform her on the location of his mission. But no one did, not even Geralt... "How did it happen?" She asked sternly, jaw clenching as she tried to force herself to hold back the tears from falling.
"He was infected by an Leshen."
"An Leshen? And infected? Wha—Why didn't he heal? She rambled out questions, crossing her arms over her chest while doing so.
"We aren't exactly sure... We are studying his body to find that out." Geralt intervenes, eyeing his sister with caution. Everyone knew Eskel was one of her closest friends. But before she could question anyone further, she watches the old man appear from around the corner. She stood frozen in fear; like a deer. Afraid of hearing his harsh words of disappointment or possible banishment.
