"Uhm, Philippa?"
"Yes Geralt?"
"...What the hell are we doing?"
A fair question given the current circumstances. Philippa and Geralt were riding back to Keira's cabin on Keira's vermin stead. Philippa rode saddle, with the unconscious and conspiring Keira strewn over the horse's back; Geralt was on foot beside, keeping up with the horse's trot.
Philippa looked down to Geralt beside her, then over her shoulder at Keira's sleeping form.
"We-" Philippa began, elongating her word. "Are going to bring Keira back to reality."
"Can you speak plainly?" Geralt sighed.
"Oh fine…" Philippa acceded. "Keira…I can sympathize with her plan, braindead as it was. Being alone for so long, in unfavorable conditions - if it wasn't for my research I might have tried to do something foolish as well. So - we're going to give her a gift. Something to remind her that she still has friends."
"She tries to pull the wool over our eyes, and we give her a gift?" Geralt asked, clearly skeptical. "There's obviously more to it than that."
"It'll make more sense once we set up." Philippa dismissed. "But you'll simply have to trust me. You might find you're about to enjoy what happens next. Now, do try and keep up."
Philippa cracked the reins on the horse, and it began to gallop away, leaving Geralt to sigh, and run behind it.
Keira's eyes blinked open as she awoke from a very unrestful sleep. She immediately knew she had fucked up - she knew the feeling of a sleeping spell.
Immediately she tried to move, and realized that her arms were immobilized. Her wrists and hands were bound, spread above her head, tied to the bed posts. Wasn't the first time she had been in THIS position, but it had been a long time since she experimented in such activities. It dawned on her that she was back in HER room, tied to HER own bed. It also dawned on her that she wasn't alone either, feeling the dip in the bed at her feet. She tilted her head up to see Philippa sitting at the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, while Geralt stood away from the bed, leaning against the wall. Philippa looked at Keira, face passive - which Keira knew didn't mean anything good at the moment.
"Erm - this wouldn't be the part where you torture and kill me, is it?" Keira said in jest, but internally she was a bit worried that that was actually on the table.
"No need to be so dramatic." Philippa responded, uncrossing her legs and standing, moving around the bed towards Keira's head.
"I'm currently tied to my own bed - I think a little dramatics is warranted."
"Oh that?" Philippa dismissed offhandedly. "That's to keep you from doing anything else silly. And to keep me from having a reason to hex you more than I already do. I'm still quite incensed by all this chicanery."
"Then what is all this?" Keira asked, her voice becoming a bit irritated, but she was in no position to do anything about her irritation. Philippa gave her a small smile, sitting back on the bed near Keira's head.
"This, Keria, is a gift."
There was that word again. Just like Geralt, Keira didn't buy that outright.
"I don't like surprises, and my birthday isn't for another 3 months." Keira replied, still trying to cover her anxiety with humor. Philippa chose not to comment on it, instead continuing with her explanation.
"I know what you've been through, alone here." Philippa explained sadly. "The isolation, the want for…anything. You've had nobody this entire time-"
"Thank you for the reminder of my dread." Keira mumbled.
"-I might have lost my mind too…if it weren't for Geralt." Philippa admitted softly. Geralt perked up a bit in the corner. He was still getting used to her saying things plainly nice about him. Despite her promise while riding back to the cabin, the Witcher was still confused by his role in this. Philippa beckoned him over, so he sauntered slowly across the room, standing at the foot of the bed.
"We all couldn't be blessed with a handsome Witcher to save us." Keira stated, looking up at him.
"'Blessed'' is a generous word, but the man certainly does have his charms…He's shown to be very good at relieving stress at a moment's notice."
"Philippa." Geralt said, not entirely feeling comfortable where this conversation was going. He wasn't sure he was capable of blushing, but he was close as he was going to be.
"Oh come off it, Geralt." Philippa simply interrupted. "Not like it's a mystery to Keira that you've been shagging the daylights out of me. No need to be shy now."
"I'm NOT shy." The Witcher ground out. "What does any of this have to do with her?"
"I think that's rather simple, Geralt." Philippa stated a bit condescendingly "I want you to give her some of the relief you've been giving me."
Geralt eyebrows shot up. He didn't know if he should be scandalized or annoyed.
"What am I, so kinda call boy?" Geralt asked, in more disbelief than anything. "To be pawned off to your friends as needed?"
"There's no need for dramatics from you as well." Philippa chided, scowling a bit. She hoped he wasn't going to make this difficult.
"I'm not being dramatic." Geralt huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Did it occur to you that perhaps I don't want to sleep with Keira. I thought I made that clear."
"Hey!" Keira piped in, offended by the stray insult
"You were just being your overly noble self." Philippa reasoned away. "I don't see what the hand up is then. I mean you have my permission here." Philippa sighed in exasperation.
"I have your PERMISSION?" Geralt scoffed. "How magnanimous of you. Ever so gracious."
"Are you really going to make this difficult?" Philippa wondered, shaking her head. "Aren't you Witcher supposed to have libidos to match no other - and you're not blind. You can't tell me you don't find her attractive."
"I'm sorry, but do I actually get any say in this lunacy?" Keira interjected, tilting her head up and looking between the two.
"No." The pair replied in unison, not taking their sights off of each other.
Philippa was getting a bit agitated. The one time he needed him to be a little less than noble, he had to go and dig his heels in. Any other man would jump at her offer. Still she found herself a bit flattered by his hesitance, even if it was making things more bothersome than needed. But as the saying went, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Philippa decided to change her tactics. With a subtle movement of her hand, she enchanted the hem of Keira's dress, causing the material to slowly inch up the sorceress's long legs. First a bit of calf, then Keira's thighs, as her dress steadily crawled up to her waist.
"Phillipa, what are you-" Keira began, only to be silenced with a finger to the lips.
"You be quiet now." Philippa told her in a voice that left very little room for argument. Philippa glanced over to Geralt, who's eyes flicked to Keira's now exposed legs, then back to her. A small falter in his nobility, which was all Philippa needed.
"Knew you weren't blind." Philippa said with a smirk. "You have to admit, Kirry has gorgeous legs." Philippa complimented. It was true - the rough and tumble life as a countryside witch had done wonders for the blonde sorceress, her legs surprisingly sculpted and firm, but still having a fun bit of give in the upper thighs. And while still rather pale, her legs took on a bit of color. Keira absolutely refused to subject herself to a Farmer's tan, so she had gotten into the habit of sun soaking a bit when she had a rare free moment.
"Philippa, this isn't-" Geralt started, before his words fell short as Philippa's spell hiked Keira's dress over her hips, exposing her panty clad crotch to him; a pair of lacy, navy blue, panties. They had little floral patterns around the waist, which hung a bit low on Keira's hips.
"Great taste in underwear as always." Philippa commented, reaching down to snap the waistband of her panties. Keira shot her a mild glare. Philippa turned her attention back to Geralt, who was openly staring at Keira's lower half now - he wasn't made of stone after all, and the parts that were, Philippa was taking a chisel to them.
"Geralt." Philippa said, purring out his name. "I just want to help Keira. Don't you think Keira deserves some help. She's had it so hard lately."
Sorceresses would be the death of Geralt, it was written in the stars.
Keira for her part was still quiet as Philippa instructed, and she wasn't trying to cover her exposed lower half from Geralt's gaze. In fact, she relaxed her legs, allowing her legs to fall open a bit. Geralt looked at her face, and besides a pink tinge to her cheeks, she held his gaze, biting her lip a bit, looking at him nervously, but…expectantly.
Sorceresses would be the death of him, it was a truth of the universe.
Geralt gave Philippa another look, and she had a sexy, inviting smirk. Gerlat had fucked alot of women in his life, in some absurd scenarios at that, but Philippa seemed to have a way of still catching him by surprise. Still, he had reservations of Philippa offering up another woman to him, tied to a bed.
All reservations left his body in an instance as Philippa leaned down and pressed a kiss to Keira's mouth.
The other sorceress was surprised of course, but only for a moment as her eyes fluttered closed, and she arched her back and pressed herself deeper into the kiss, enchanted by Lesbomancy.
Any and all stone of Geralt crumbled to dust as he took a step closer to the bed. Fuck it - he had permission after all.
He got to the edge of the bed, and crawled onto it, at Keira's feet. Feeling the weight of the bed shift, Philippa broke the kiss, looking to Geralt as he joined them.
"That's the spirit." Philippa said with a saucy grin. "Aren't things just all the more pleasant when you listen to me."
"Shut up." Geralt told her without much bite, as he maneuvered himself further. Keira's bed was overly large, which allowed him to lie on his stomach and be mostly on the bed. Slowly, he spread Keira's legs a bit more, slid his head up between them, until he was at her panty clad core.
"You two are insane." Keira gasped out, lips swollen from her intense kiss with Philippa. She angled her head back up to look at Geralt as he slithered between her legs with a rather predatory look on his face. "Absolutely insane."
Philippa just gave a small shrug. "I find a little crazy in the bedroom keeps things interesting.
"That's not what I mea-AHHG~"
Keira's quipp didn't land as Geralt's tongue came into contact with her cunt, gingerly prodding the outer lips as he slid her panties to the side.
"Bloody hells." Keira panted out as Geralt's tongue licked long strips up and down her womanhood.
"Feels a bit odd, doesn't it?" Philippa whispered into Keira's ear, her breath tickling the other's ear.. "Bit rougher than you'd think - like a cat's tongue. But oh what it can do."
Geralt punctuated Philippa's praise with a flick of his tongue against Keira's clit, before engulfing it into the whole of his mouth, sucking and licking urgently. Keira's hips bucked from the bed as she moaned and squirmed. Geralt decided to take a bit more control, and hooked her legs over his shoulder, clamping his hands on her thighs, pinning her back to the bed.
"When he's not talking, his mouth is quite pleasant, don't you think?" Philippa asked. Keira could only respond with a moan as Geralt's tongue delved deep into Keira's center. "Now - not as good as my technique of course, but we all can't be perfect"
Geralt rolled his eyes, which neither of the women could see.
"I can…see why Yen kept him around." Keira was able to say cheekily between pants and gasps. Philippa's mouth went to a thin line at that. Keira never could just appreciate a good thing, always had to say SOMETHING.
Geralt didn't much appreciate it either, as he pulled his mouth away from Keira's cunt for a moment, to bite the inside of her thigh.
"Ow!" Keira exclaimed in surprise and indignation. "He bit me!"
"Oh, too much for you Kirry?" Philippa taunted. "I thought your time out in the rough would have made you a bit tougher."
Philippa snaked her hand into the top of Keira's dress, hand sliding over her firm breasts until the tips of her fingers came into contact with a nipple. Philippa pinched them between her digits, pulling and twisting a bit. Keira let out an especially large gasp at the elder sorceresses' rough treatment.
"You're sadists - the both of you." Keira told them, continuing to squirm and pant. Geralt's mouth was on her again, the intensity of his licking and sucking picking up.
"And you're a little brat." Philippa retorted, flicking a finger against Keira's nipple. "But you're MY brat, so I'll forgive you. But now, now more talking."
Philippa ensured her silence by kissing her again, with even more fervor this time, tongue battling Keira's own as their lips locked.
Between the kissing, Philippa's hand on her breasts, and Geralt's lapping away between her legs, Keira wasn't able to hold on much longer, her pleasure or her sanity. Her orgasm hit her inevitably like a bolt of lighting, her body shaking as she moaned loudly into Philippa's mouth. Her Legs clamped tightly around Geralt's head - a feeling that wasn't new to him, but not one that he particularly loved. Still, Geralt continued to lick her as her cunt leaked and her body shivered and quaked. He continued until her squirms and convulsions subsided, and he could simply feel her heavy panting.
Only when she was sure that Keira was fully through her peak, did Philippa pull her lips away, taking in the red, exhausted face of the woman she once considered a pupil.
"Feeling alright?" Philippa asked, rubbing her hand against Keira's cheek. Keira tilted her head into Philippa, allowing herself to be pet.
"By magic - it's been a long time since I came that hard." Keira admitted.
"Didn't find yourself a strapping young farm boy to jump in the hay with?" Philippa teased.
"We all can't luck out and have Witchers fall into our- Philippa…where are your pants?"
Neither Geralt nor Keira had noticed Philippa had vanished her pants away, and now sat bottomless. The Witcher pushed himself up from between Keira's legs, and gave Philippa a look. The sorceress simply smiled and moved herself into position, standing on the bed, feet beside Keira's head, giving the sorcerer a direct view to her now exposed cunt.
"Uhm, Philippa-" Keira began a bit nervously. She didn't have very much time to be nervous however, as Philippa dropped down onto her knees and thighs, sitting squarely onto Keira's face. Keira could do little more than muffle out a surprised sound as Philippa's quim came into contact with her mouth.
"Don't talk with your mouth full." Philippa purred, adjusting herself on Keira. "It's unbecoming of a lady."
"MRRRPHHH"
"And don't talk back." Philippa told her, grinding down on her face, enjoying the feeling of Keira's lips against her lower ones. "I hope you didn't really think you could lead me around with false pretenses and not face some kind of consequences. When have you ever known me to let slights go unpunished?"
"Mpphm!" Keira responded - vibrations of her words being sent through Philippa's cunt pleasantly.
Philippa decided to give Keira a momentary respite, placing her hands on the headboard of the bed and lifting herself just enough where Keira's mouth was clear.
"You'll have to speak up." Philippa goaded, looking at her bound friend.
Keira gasped for air a bit, and let out a cough, before glaring back up at Philippa and stating "I said…you've gained weight."
Philippa felt a vein pulse in the side of her head.
"Why you little bitch-" Philippa seethed, moving a hand to grab Keira's hair and pull her face upward while driving her hips back down with some force. She roughly grinded her womanhood on Keira's face, smothering the other witch.
"Erm- do you two need the room-" Geralt asked sheepishly from behind.
"Aht aht, Witcher." Philippa told him, looking over her shoulder, still grinding down on Keira's face. "I need you here. You're a part of her punishment."
"Philippa, maybe this is a bit much." Geralt tried, having very complicated feelings about all this at the moment. It was somewhat hard for him to have a moral objection with his cock hard and his face covered in Keira's wetness.
"Spare the rod, spoil the child." Philippa recited sagely. "You're telling me you're not the least bit annoyed by her ploys?"
"No more than I am by yours." Geralt answered
"Well good, treat her like you'd treat me when I'm being bad." Philippa purred. "And put that rod of yours to use."
Any further objections Geralt might have had, he shrugged away. Philippa could be very convincing when she wanted to be. He stripped to the buff, and moved back between Keira's legs, cock bobbing in the air. He wasn't sure if she was even aware of his presence given her task up top, but she would be soon enough. He figured his role as 'the rod' he should get right to it - Gerlat lined his cock up to Keira's cunt, and drove in hard.
Keira squealed into Philippa, who in turn moaned out lowly.
"Yes, I do suppose he is quite big, isn't he." The sorceress sighed. Geralt gathered Keira's legs up and held them together against his left shoulder, as he began to drive into Keira, rocking all three of them with his thrusts.
"Come on Geralt." Philippa urged, looking over her shoulder again with a stern look on her face. "This isn't lovemaking in a bed of flowers. This is a punishment. FUCK her."
Geralt hated that bossiness turned him on, because he followed her common without a word, shifting his hands down to grip Keira's hips tightly, and fuck into her.
It seemed Geralt's cock had some hypnotic measures to it, because Keira suddenly became much more agreeable under Philippa, opening her mouth fully and lapping at Philippa's folds.
"Yessss." Philippa hissed at the sensation, pulling Keira's head so that her tongue delved deeper within her. "That's it - show me how sorry you are."
Philippa readjusted herself - pushing herself so that she was on the flats of her feet in a deep squat, she leaned back, bracing her hands on Keira's ribcage, giving the sorceress extra leverage to properly RIDE Keira's face; hips rocking back and forth, swiveling around on Keira's mouth, making an absolute mess of both of them.
Geralt starred in open lust as he continued his task, fucking Keira harshly. Both women are moaning openly by this point, Philippa near screaming and cursing, while Keira let out a symphony of muffled groans and squeals. He didn't know what minor deity he pleased in his former life that put him in these carnal situations, but he'd think about that later.
Almost as in sync, the two sorceresses came together, hard. Keira clenched around Geralt's manhood, quivering and shaking again, and Philippa looked like she was being exorcized by Keira's mouth - sounded like it too.
When her orgasm subsided, Philippa sighed contently, looking down at Keira's face, and the sticky wet mess she left. She thought it was a good look for the blonde. She dismounted her friend, and crawled over to Geralt, whose cock was still buried in the other sorceress. He had stopped moving his hips for the moment, letting go of Keira's legs and allowing the squirming sorceress under him to have a brief moment of peace. Philippa threw her arms over his shoulders, and the two's mouths met in an intense kiss. Geralt grabs Philippa by the hip, pulling her flat against his side as they continue to kiss like a young, randy, couple.
"You think this bitch learned her lesson?" Philippa gasped, breaking the kiss first.
"Not a chance." Geralt laughed huskily. "Though, gotta give her credit for one thing?"
"And what would that be?"
Geralt gave Philippa's hips a gentle squeeze, telling her, "Your hips have gotten a bit sturdier since we've been on the road."
Philippa's mouth dropped open, as she sputtered indignantly, face burning red while Geralt gave her his closet thing he had to a cheeky smile.
"I should hex you for that." Philippa threatened. "I've hexed men for much less."
"Why don't you then?" Geralt asked with a smart smirk, giving Philippa's hip another squeeze.
"You wouldn't be very good in bed if you were suddenly a toad."
"For the love of magic you two." Keira piped in, lifting her head. "Go on your honeymoon already. Listening to your horrid flirting is punishment in itself."
Geralt and Philippa looked at the mouthy sorceress for a moment, then at each other.
"Grab her." Philippa told him.
"Right." Geralt nodded.
"Wait what - you two better not - ACK!
"See, her mouth can be quite useful in certain circumstances." Philippa observed.
"Can't disagree." Geralt replied.
"MPPMPH!"
"Langue, Keira." Philippa chided.
The trio had rearranged a bit: Geralt sat on the bed lounging against the headboard with his hands behind his head. Philippa was beside him, leaning against his side, while Keira was maneuvered on her front, between Geralt's slightly spread legs, mouth around his cock as Philippa had one hand in her hair, bobbing her head up and down.
Keira shot Philippa a glare as she was made to suck on Geralt. Since Philippa was doing most of the work moving her head, the blonde sorceress just focused on hollowing her cheeks and sucking, tongue lavishing all the skin it could. Geralt sighed pleasantly, enjoying the low effort pleasure he was receiving. Philippa peppered his neck and chin with kisses, her free hand rubbing against his chest.
"Don't get too spoiled now." Philippa whispered to him between kisses.
"Then don't spoil me." returned with a smile.
"Mrrrphm." Keira said around Geralt's length.
"You really do know how to ruin a moment." Philippa huffed, before pushing Keira's head all the way down Geralt's cock.
"Come now, don't tell me you're tired already?" Philippa laughed, her own fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt.
"Sh- Oh fuck. SHUT-UP!" Keira replied, the best she could in her new position.
She was straddling Geralt as he bounced her up and down on his cock, hair and tits swinging and bouncing wildly.
"Really - with all your little charms, one would think you would have learned to ride a stallion better." Philippa mocked, continuing to finger herself feverishly.
"We…ugh…weren't….oh magic…all as promiscuous as you." Keria gasped.
"You little- Geralt, slap her arse!"
*SMACK*
"Ah…See. Things are better when we - ahn, work together." Philippa said through her moans.
"Philippa, please…fuck…spare me the lectures, and keep moving." Keira retorted shakily.
Philippa and Keira had their legs scissored together, grinding and gyrating against Geralt's cock as he lay between them, their lower lips kissing his manhood.
"Both of you could stand to talk less." Geralt grunted, cock pulsing, a lance of pre-cum shooting from the tip.
"Shut up Geralt." The two women said in unison.
And shut up he did, only grunting and groaning as the two sorceresses writhed against him. Geralt had been holding off on his own release this whole time, but even Witcher's had limits. He propped himself on his elbows to get a better view of the two women grinding against him, and that ultimately was his undoing - the sight of their cunts sliding up and down his cock was enough to set him off. Geralt tensed, and his cock pulsed as his orgasm hit him. His release shot almost straight in the air, most arching and splattering against his own chest and upper stomach, while the rest landed on the two women ensnaring him. It was like a chain reaction of pleasure, Philippa's peak coming a split second later, followed by Keira's right after that - their cunts sprayed against Geralt's cock, leaking down his length like a waterfall.
They laid there in a panting entanglement of limbs for a while. Philippa was the first to move by sitting up. She looked over at Geralt, who turned his head and looked back. She looked at his chest, and the mess he made of himself. She didn't know what possessed her to do it, but she untangled herself and rolled to her front, crawling to hover over Geralt, bringing her head to his torso, and lapping up the seed he had spilled there. Geralt was honestly stunned, mesmerized by what he was seeing, his skin tingling as Philippa's tongue ran over his stomach and chest, cleaning him.
Philippa licked a slow stripe up from Geralt's peck to his collar bone, where the last of his essence was. Geralt pulled Philippa down suddenly, pulling her flush to him, and slamming his mouth to hers. Philippa was surprised only for a moment, before melting into the kiss, mouth opening and tongues battling. Geralt tasted himself - his come still present in her mouth, but he didn't very well care. In fact, it made it all the more intense - intimate. Been a long while since either of them had done something of the sort.
They kissed hungrily and madly, rolling on the bed so that Geralt was on top of Philippa. They would've started right back up, if it weren't for Keira piping in.
"Bloody Hell, I've learned my lesson." She exclaimed, watching the two in minor disgust. "I've learned my lesson - please just give it a rest you two."
Philippa was the one to pool their mouths apart, gasping a bit. Geralt was as out of it as she was.
"You two…are really insane." Keira continued, with a sigh. They all were quiet for a few moments. "For what it's worth, I am sorry I led you two astray."
Philippa smiled a bit. "Apology accepted."
Geralt rolled off of Philippa and sat up in bed, clearing his throat. "So…we all good? All understood."
"I understand the two of you are mad as foxes, but yes. I think we're all on the same page." Keira admitted.
"Just took unorthodox means." Philippa smiled.
Keira snorted. "Yes, I suppose you two fucking the daylights out of me is unorthodox. If I knew all it took to jump in the sack with you two was a little deceit, I would've done it ages ago."
"Don't push your luck Kirry."
"Then how would I ever get lucky?"
They stayed in bed a little while longer, allowing their energy to come back and soreness dissipate a bit, before pulling on their clothes. There was nothing else keeping them there. Their time with Keira was at an end for the time being. Philippa made Keira give her Alexander's notes. The sorceress wasn't too broken up about it - Philippa guessed it was because she scanned all the most pertinent parts, but she didn't press her on it.
"Will you make it to Kaer Morhen alright?" Geralt asked from atop Roach.
"I will be once the soreness subsides." Keira answered, rubbing her bottom dramatically. Philippa exited the cabin, with a few supplies Keira had given them - and a dress or two unbeknownst to the blonde sorceress. Geralt offered her a hand, and pulled her onto Roach behind him.
"You two…be safe. Okay?" Keira said soberly. "Things are only becoming more and more dangerous."
"We'll be fine." Philippa told her with a smile. "But thank you."
There wasn't much more to be said. Geralt and Philippa rode off, Keira waving them goodbye as they left.
Crookback Bog - another clue.
They rode for a while in silence, Philippa leaning against Geralt's back comfortably. They both had become accustomed to the feeling. They had become accustomed to more things with each other than either of them thought about.
"...What are the chances these witches will help us find Ciri." Philippa asked, peaking over Geralt's shoulder. He just shrugged.
"Bout as good a chance of anything else in this place."
"Meaning"
"Slim - but always a chance to surprise."
"Hm…Gerlat. Say by some miracle of luck, we find Ciri when we get there. In good health and mind. What would be the next step?"
Philippa always felt like she was stepping over a line talking about Ciri with Geralt. They're relationship with the girl was night and day, and they had previously actively worked against each other in regards to the girl.
Geralt was silent a moment.
"I won't lie, haven't thought that far ahead." He confessed.
"You never were the plan ahead type." Philippa jested. "But - well in theory if we found her, we could take her to any Nilfgaardian garrison. They'd send word to Emhyr, and we could be done in a matter of days."
We could be done.
For some reason those words made Philippa feel solemn. She didn't know what that meant really, but finality bugged her.
"Not sure if it'll be as simple as that, but that can wait." Geralt said. "If - WHEN we find Ciri, there are more important things to be done."
Philippa raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Such as?"
"...Ask her how she's doing." Geralt said quietly.
Philippa's eyebrows went up at his answer, and she leaned over to look at the side of his face. He didn't turn, but he knew she was looking at him, waiting for him to continue.
"Ask her how she's doing. Where she's been. How she feels. All the questions I know she hates. Then, no matter what she tells me, I'll say the same thing."
"And what's that."
"Tell her I missed her."
Even still, The Witcher surprised her. Philippa couldn't help but smile a bit, she knew Geralt wouldn't so she'd do it for him.
You really are full of love, aren't you?
"You say something Philippa?"
Philippa didn't know if she said that out loud - or if he read her mind, she wouldn't have been surprised if it was the latter.
"Nothing Geralt." She responded, leaning forward and pressing her cheek to his back as they headed down the road.