Geralt knew that she would get help here, he knew Vesemer would help her.

"Geralt why bring her here."

"I can not treat what she has. And I know you can."

"How was she injured?"

"We were separated in the woods a doppler had taken her but then a mage. I am unsure how she was injured. When I finally found her again she was like this."

"What is she to you Geralt?"

"My sister."

"You have one of those?"

"I do. And she has been following since she found out I was her brother."

"How would you know of your own past? Most witchers don't."

"I did not believe it at first but I know she is my blood. My sister. Are you able to help her or not?"

"Yes, but she will remain for a great many days, will you be staying or returning for her?"

"I will return in a few days, I have some business to complete."

"She should be slightly stronger and talking."

"Thank you." Geralt turned and walked from the room, glancing briefly over his shoulder at Celia and then leaving.

Geralt walked into the village, he walked ahead of his horse on it's back the creature he had killed a day before.

"Where is the alderman's house?" He asked, a young woman pointed down the alleyway to the house at the end. He continued his walk to the house and stopped and knocked.

"I have killed your monster." He told the man that now stood in the doorway. The alderman looked past him to where the monster now lay on the ground. The alderman reached in and handed him a pouch of coins. Geralt nodded and took the coins and then turned and walked away.

Celia lay in the center of the bed, her brow still soaked of sweat, the young woman that sat near the bed used a cool cloth to wipe her brow.

"Geralt will return in one days time."

"She still has a fever. Will it break before he arrives?"

"I hope for her sake and his that it does."

"I will continue to keep watch. But we will have to do something more."

"We have done for her all we can. Now it is up to her. And I pray she never remembers who I am."

"You left her alone along time ago. How did she know of her brother?"

"I told her, never thought she would go looking for him. I should have told him about her."

Geralt entered the very chamber that he had left Celia in. She was still hot with fever and he knew it.

"We have done all we can. Now we must wait for her. She must be strong enough to want to live again."

"She is my family and I will not let her die." Geralt said walking into the room, he reached down and touched her forehead.

"Geralt." She said opening her eyes, he looked at her.

"Celia, how do you feel?"

"Sick, will I be alright?"

"You are getting better. You will live."

"Good because I can't lose you now that I have found you."

"You won't. I don't keep many by my side even made the bard that used to travel with me leave. But little sister I will keep you close and safe."

"Who's Yennifer?" She asked him.

"How do you know that name?"

"You once said her name in your sleep. Like I said I have been following you a long time."

"I will talk about her later. Get some rest."

"Are you leaving?"

"No."

"Ok." Celia answered closing her eyes and relaxing. He saw that she had returned to her sleep and could see it was filled with visions or dreams.

"Did you know she had visions?"

"No, she finally approached me recently. But I figured she might she is a mage."

"Not a mage her magic is natural born. As are many mages she wasn't trained she was born this way. Seems your mother kept a child of magic and gave you away."

"Don't make it sound like I should be angry with Celia. She never knew about me or what our mother did."

"How noble Geralt. But your sister is getting better, look at her the fever broke. Maybe her body waited until you returned to get better to know you were safe."

Geralt turned and looked at the bed, the young woman wiping Celia's face had moved the wet towel away, two more had entered to help put Celia into different clothes.

"Come Geralt you do not want to see that much of your sister."

He looked at the woman oddly and then realized what she meant. He stood in another room waiting to return to check on Celia again.

"For someone who barely knows this girl you worry allot about her. You've been trained well witcher."

"I have and you know that. Now I am going to return to Celia. In a few days we should be able to leave."

"If she's strong enough."

Geralt turned and walked back into the room where Celia lay. He moved to the corner of the room and sat down. He figured he would rest as she would be resting for some time. Just as he fell asleep, something he barely did anymore. His eyes snapped open as her scream echoed the room he stood and moved toward the bed only to get thrown across the room.

"Fuck." He growled getting back up.

"Celia, calm down." He finally made his way to the bed and pulled her shaking form into his arms. He looked toward the door, Vesemer pulled the door closed and let Geralt deal with his sister on his own.

"Hush now, your safe." He could see the fear in her blue silver eyes. She held onto him tightly.

"What did you see?"

"I am unsure. It was all jumbled. It never comes in clear."

"We will leave here in a few days I want to be sure you're strong enough to travel."

"That much I did see, this place aflame, many trapped."

"We will leave soon."

"Alright."

"Rest. I will stay here with you." He told her, he started to stand when she held onto him.

"Please." She begged. He nodded and sat back down, he put his legs up on the bed and wrapped his arm around her and let her rest her head on his chest. He looked down at her with his almost copper colored eyes, he could almost feel her fear. As he had told them here she was his sister and he would protect her and at all costs