Leave it to Geralt to disappoint someone without meaning to. It was a talent he had honed over the years. Avoiding people had been detrimental to his natural charm ...if he’d ever had any to begin with.
He did his best to give her space but he did start to pace behind her. As casually as possible, if a witcher could be such a thing. “She did mention that it was much easier to get to know you when she was younger. You have a soft spot for children apparently.”
Though it was true that she’d never explicitly vocalized her disinterest in Ciri, Geralt could see that Ciri still felt detached from the only mother she’d probably ever known. Geralt kicked at a tuft of grass. “The two of you are close in another timeline, as she is with me. And she knows you as well. You don’t have to say anything for her to know what you think.” Actions spoke louder than words. But Geralt knew that Yennefer wouldn’t be malicious on purpose. Her exterior was prickly but not entirely impenetrable.