Elder Blood Witcher 272 Fried Is Forever

Looking to his side he sees Ciri sitting there, trying to stop her trembling hands. While he could understand her fear of Eredin and their king, he couldn't comprehend why she would fear Avallac'h as well. From the games he'd always been a mysterious character with unknown goals but maybe here Ciri is well aware of his intentions in this timeline?

Reima "Ciri, are you ok?" he questions, he himself also feeling the strain of the experience.

Ciri slowly nods, "Yes, I think so... I-I just wasn't expected to see them so suddenly, thanks the G.o.ds it wasn't real." she mutters. Reima would like to question her but realises asking her something to personal and clearly troubling to her would be insensitive. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks quietly.

She shakes her head, "I'd prefer not to, if you wouldn't mind..."

Reima "It's fine, maybe in future you can tell me what's troubling you..."

Talicia walks through the door confused at the sudden rise in temperature and shouting. "Are you tw-Oh my!" she says as she seen a black blood splattered Reima with an injured Ciri at his side.

Talicia "What happened!?" she exclaims.

Reima "Boggart in the wardrobe... I thought you'd checked the room..." he almost growls out.

Talicia holds her ground, "I did, I just wasn't expected anything to be inside... This building doesn't have wards or any magical objects that'd attracted magical beings. How a Boggart found it's way inside alludes me still!"

Reima "Whatever, it's done now... Are you sure there's no more surprises waiting for us?" he gives her a stern look.

Talicia nods "I'm sure."

As it's almost noon and both vampires are asleep Reima decides to try cheer Ciri up by taking her out for breakfast. At first she seems as if she wants to just stay in side and glower at everything, but he manages to tempt her away with promises of a hearty fried breakfast. Putting on his shades and a casual outfit he'd previously purchased he leaves the house with Ciri who's dressed in tight jeans with a long blouse that reaches her upper thigh, her wolf's head medallion clearly on display between her cleavage... Not that Reima would notice as he's a complete gentleman...

After 10 minutes of walking they find a small restaurant reminiscent of an old american diner, heads turn as they walk in... It's not everyday the locals see two attractive foreigners comfortably wandering around. Reima orders them both a semi-full English consisting of Fried bread, beans, egg, sausages, bacon and hashbrowns, Ciri also gets some mushrooms on the side as extra.

Once ordered they take a seat away from everyone else and Reima looks Ciri over, while at first glance she looks fine but Reima can spot the slight slump in her shoulders along with the small frown ever-present on her face.

Reima "Did you see my fear?"

She nods, "It was, Kaer Morhen? It was burning and bodies were scattered around like they were nothing, familiar faces stared up at me as if I'd failed them... You're afraid of the Wild Hunt butchering everyone?" she asks causing Reima to ponder, is that really what he fears? Or is it just his current worries conflated with a real fear? He doesn't really know but nods anyway.

Reima "It must be if that's what the Boggart showed me, personally I don't think my fear is that bad..."

Ciri looks confused at this, "It's your greatest fear though, surely it's the worst thing imaginable?"

Reima shrugs, "I know that the Hunt will never get an opportunity to cause something like that, why bother wasting my effort thinking about it when it won't come to pa.s.s."

Ciri "How are you so sure of yourself? The Wild Hunt isn't just a couple of Elves... They have an entire world prepared to go to war, they just need me to open the gate."

Reima gives her a grin, "Those Elves will be hard pressed to stop me, should they anger me. Even if I'm not strong enough to go against all of them, who says Guerrilla tactics won't work? They can't track me afterall." He gives a low chuckle, "Plus, do you really think Geralt, Yennefer, Triss and everyone are so weak that they'd fold against some c.r.a.ppy looking cosplaying Elves?"

She nods slightly at that, "I suppose, maybe I'm over thinking things..." she says as a waitress places large plates of food in-front of them.

"Ere'ya go, enjoy." they say abruptly before quickly leaving... Reima doesn't mind it as he's used to poor customer services in England, it's almost a staple to be honest. "We've got time to relax now Ciri, just chill with the free time we now have. If you want to do something fun, we'll do it. If you want to train, sure, we can do that. There are many opportunities available to you, it's just up to you whether or not you want to take them." he says before looking down and concentrating on devouring his breakfast or "brunch".

Ciri doesn't say anything and just looks at Reima as he quickly eats his breakfast, a slight smile finding it's way onto her face as she stares at him. She breaks off her gaze and turns it to her breakfast and shocks the locals by eating as quickly and messily as Reima.