   many hours lost in the training yard . lost but not wasted . geralt notes ; she is improving . a cut - small wound from steel tip - weeps , crimson tear upon one cheek . he’s impressed but he knows there is more to find . pacing , the witcher’s tongue presses against a lone , loose tooth , empty hand briefly joining to inspect another of ciri’s undefended hits . no matter , simple potion can heal superficial pains . “  i wanna see your animal side , ciri ,  ” the past has been most unkind to her , geralt knows . now , he must coax that darkness from her ; teach her to harness it into light . he resets his stance mere feet away . ready . “  let it all out .  ”
@jaskolkas​ :: lyric starter :: death valley by fall out boyÂ
