Geralt had them ride into a small village, he knew he could find her something to wear.
"Stay here." He said to her. Jasmine nodded and adjusted so she would not fall off once he dismounted. She kept the hood up covering her hair and pale skin from people looking at her. She jumped slightly when she felt a hand touch her leg, she turned and looked down and came face to face with a man she had never seen before, he looked into her eyes and reached up to touch her face, Geralt grabbed his hand and pulled him back.
"I wouldn't." He spoke to him. The man stepped back looking at Geralt.
"My apologies." He said to him.
"Step away." He told the man. Geralt placed something in the saddle bag and then mounted the horse behind her. Once he had her horse reins he urged his own forward to get them out of the village.
"Sorry." She said softly. He looked at her strangely and stopped the horses.
"Why? You did nothing."
"I guess I just feel like I did."
"You didn't."
"They say witchers have no emotions. You seem to."
"We have emotions, people chose to say we don't to help them hate us more."
"I'm sorry." She said, she turned slightly and faced him. He looked into her turquoise eyes and gave her a soft smile.
"We can stop up here, I got you clothes and boots."
"Thank you." She said resting her head against his chest. Jasmine closed her eyes and he felt her relax, he kept his eyes on the road in front of them, he found them a safe place to stop and helped her down from the horse and handed her the package of clothes and boots.
"I'll be right back." She said walking to a well hidden area where she could get dressed, she emerged dressed with his over jacket still on her shoulders. He started a fire and looked up as she approached.
"Better?"
"Yes." She answered. He held his hand out to her and helped her sit down again by the fire.
"I will keep you safe." He said to her, he reached out and moved her hair out of her face. Jasmine leaned forward and captured his mouth in a deep kiss, her hands touching his face as she kissed him. He pulled back and looked into her very beautiful eyes.
"How often were you around people?"
"With how I look not often. I had a long cloak that would cover my hair, my odd eyes people dismissed but it was my hair that got their attention, many thought I was a mutant. I wasn't sure. My mother told me I was born with dark hair and it changed over time. My skin was always pale but as my hair lightened so did my skin. So with both being light my unique eyes tend to stand out. Making people afraid of me."
"I don't remember much before I was brought to become a witcher, don't really remember much of that, I just know that my hair and skin is the way it is because of it. Not another witcher looks like me."
"So we are both unique."
"Yes." He said, he reached out again and touched her face, he loved the color of her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her again, this time she leaned into the kiss, she pulled him closer to her. She wasn't ready for anything else but it felt good to just be cared about. His fingers moved down and undid the ties on her shirt, she looked into his eyes and kissed him again.
"You are beautiful." Geralt said softly, she looked at him as if she had barely heard him.
"Something I never hear from anyone."
"You do not deserve the way people treat you."
"No more than you do." She told him.
"I am used to it. Decades worth of used to it."
"How old are you Geralt?"
"I am not sure truly. Maybe a hundred."
"Really?"
"I've lived a long time."
"And have had to endure the way people would treat you."
"How old are you Jasmine?"
"A lot less than you but long enough. Since I didnt attend Aretuza I was not given enchantments or potions to keep me young forever. I for some strange reason don't seem to age much since my hair finished changing color by the time I was in my late teens."
"How long ago was that?"
"40 years ago, my family is dead. I am the only one left of my family and the only one that looks like I do."
"Seens we have allot more in common than we thought."
"I guess so. You are easy to talk to."
Geralt smiled and shook his head, allot of people would never say what she did. But it was easy to talk to someone who in some ways understood part of his life.