[ it is better to know. sam knows that, and he knows ciri does too. still, grief swells up in him. unbidden, uncontrolled. he hesitates where he stands in the kitchen for another few moments before letting out a breath and reaching for where he keeps the whiskey - tucked back behind the food, the drinks.
it's the same bottle that ciri might recognize from before, back when geralt had been barely stitched back together. it's nearly empty now, where before it'd been nearly full. sam pours himself a drink, glancing over to her - both in asking if she wants one, and just to check. ]
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[ it is better to know. sam knows that, and he knows ciri does too. still, grief swells up in him. unbidden, uncontrolled. he hesitates where he stands in the kitchen for another few moments before letting out a breath and reaching for where he keeps the whiskey - tucked back behind the food, the drinks.
it's the same bottle that ciri might recognize from before, back when geralt had been barely stitched back together. it's nearly empty now, where before it'd been nearly full. sam pours himself a drink, glancing over to her - both in asking if she wants one, and just to check. ]
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