@sunnyruler メ
“easy, i have no intentions for this sword to be used on you.” spoke geralt, eyes glancing down to his drawn and bloodied sword —- dripping with fresh sweat from a battle beat, and beast stung with the butcher’s blade. his stance softened; less defensive as yellow eyes examined her. exhausted form draped in heavy cloth, her feet must’ve carried her a long way. geralt released a short-lived breath from his nostrils, shifting in the leather he wore.
“where are you headed, (traveler)?”