❝I have something to lose. My heart. It would be very hard to put it back together if it would be broken by you.❞
❝I would never hurt you.❞
When Visna gets separated from her sisters on a mission, she finds shelter at Kaer Morhen and stays with her...
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I couldn't recall the last time I had slept this well. The potion made me sleep all day and night, I woke in the early hours of the next morning. The Witchers were surprised to see me being the first one in the main hall and Geralt was pleased to see that his potion had helped. He didn't refuse when I asked him for another one for the following day. I knew I couldn't take it forever but for now it was a useful tool to get me back on track.
The wound was finally healing, and I was able to fully train with Ciri within two days. My energy was back and I finally felt more like myself again. I spent the morning training with Ciri in the basement where she showed me what the Witchers had taught her. She was able to form all five Witcher signs with ease now. Vindur was added to the list before lunch as well and the girl couldn't wait to use it as well when she would train with Geralt outside in the afternoon.
"I hope I can manage all of this while I'm fighting," she said as the two of us climbed the stairs to go to lunch. "It's easy in theory but I'm not sure if I can use it right away."
"Just take it slow," I told her. "If you have a problem, we can always go back and practise it in more detail."
"Did you learn like me as well?"
I tilted my head. "Not quite ... Skjaldmærs train very differently than Witchers."
"How did you become one?" Ciri asked. "You never mentioned anything about your home."
"That's because we like to keep our secrets as well," I grinned at her and climbed the last step, turning to the right where the corridor let down to the big hall. You could already smell the soup Lambert had prepared from here. "But I can tell you so much: My mother was a Skjaldmær as well but unfortunately, she died when I was a year old. Taalen had been attacked by monsters in the middle of the night and back then, there weren't any walls to protect us. Twelve women died protecting their home."
"Oh," Ciri made. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't be. We all make peace with the thought of dying in a battle against monsters – The only way we can bring Light into this world is by fighting the Darkness." I sighed. "I don't remember her at all, just like the others who have lost their mother that night, too. But the women who raised us made sure we were loved and could rely on them."
"So, you fully grew up with their believes, training and ..."
"Mutations?" I asked and she nodded unsure. "I did."
"Was it painful?"
"Yes, but it's not as cruel as what I heard about what boys go through when they get turned into Witchers. Our methods are more centred towards the nature and its mythical gifts."
"Sometimes I think they're overacting it," Ciri admitted as we entered the big hall. "A boys pain tolerance can't be that high."
"I don't believe they're exaggerating about that," I replied and walked over to one of the decked tables. The Witchers weren't here yet, but you could hear Coen and Lambert fighting about the soup in the far. "They might be about the fights with monsters they had, though."
