wesley + ciri
"They taught me... several things." There was a sadness and confusion in the statement that Ciri only let briefly flit across her expression. The Rats had been the reason for the rose tattoo that graced the inner of her thigh. A love lost, always. It was how her life played out. She could not slow down for some romantic relationship. How could she? She was being hunted by many and anything more than friends led to death. Always.
Biting her lip at the drinks, she held back a grin and grabbed the peach coloured drink. "Hmm. Not really. Or not that I know of. I try to be true enough to myself to not need liquid courage." She giggled. "Though I suppose I talk back to those pressuring me into things far easier with some mead in my stomach. But I can also do that with some encouragement from Geralt."