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As Ciri launched herself at the sorceress, Yennefer wrapped her arms tightly around the girl, holding her close. As if her hold would be enough to keep the both of them hung in that moment. Keep them away from how much more destiny was going to demand from the ashen-haired girl in front of her. “As I love you, Ciri,” she assured her, even if her prior words had said as much. She knew she didn’t always show her affection in the most straightforward way, so she wanted to be sure that was clear. “I mean it, you matter more than anything. More than any power, magic, fate.”

“We will not arouse suspicion, out in the open. At least not for the next few hours. Shall we go?”  

Yennefer did enjoy the moments where there were no thoughts of training. Where she could just have times with Ciri where they could forget about monsters and swords. She did have a very maternal bond over the girl and she had pulled her over into a dance of sorts. “You know dancing actually might help you with your training. It involves a lot of movement and reaction time in some dances.”

Ciri had liked having another female to be around that wasn’t a mother figure. She wanted someone that she could sometimes just let loose with and not have to worry about getting into any trouble with. The younger girl smiled at Triss and went over to take the other woman’s hand in both of hers. “Please, come out with me for a drink! Nobody else is gonna agree to it.” She gave the biggest puppy dog eyes that she could muster.

Ciri sat in the closest chair that she could find. Her face was paler than normal, and she ran a hand through her hair. “I wasn’t attacked. I was training, and then I just knew that I was gonna pass out if I kept going.” She told the older woman and looked up towards her. She knew sometimes she pushed herself a little too hard but, she wanted to make an impression. 

                >> ⚔️ <<                     ❝        ON YOU    ??       ❞                     he repeats,  almost taken aback that she would believe that he could.  or ever would.   she was his   DAUGHTER,    his everything and one he’d fight for   ----   live for   AND    protect with every last bit of his body.  every last breath in his lungs.  she was his   DESTINY   and he was her’s   ;   he’d always protect her.                     ❝        NEVER COULD.      ❞                    

                 ONE BROW RAISES,    he slightest hint of a smirk beginning to tug at the corners of her lips.  She’s a little surprised,  she won’t deny that,  but even more so  intrigued.  As her gaze falls upon the other woman,  Yennefer’s head tilts to one side.  “Is there something I can help you with?”  

“I could also handle it for you, and with far less strife,” Keira mutters, staring at the hands that take hers so tenderly. She looks away, somehow unable to bear the weight of Triss’ gaze. “I know, I know. I don’t have any claim to you, and the moment I start acting like it is the moment we forgo everything we’ve been taught, I... I get it. Truly.” She frowns, and wishes that she could place what it is about this that makes her so... antsy. She’d nearly blasted him halfway across Temeria when she’d heard him say something to the effect of ‘If it’s so red down there, then I shall be truly impressed’. Keira blows a strand of stray blonde hair out of her face, and then forces a half-smile at Triss, “At least you can say I’ve been working on my impulsive nature, yes?”