Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           GeraltandCiriwere,bynow,efficientatundressingandwashingher.Theyhadalsolearnedtotemperherambitiousbut,atpresent,unrealisticattemptstomanageonherown.Theycopedexceptionallywell–hesupportedtheenchantressinhisarms,Ciriwashedanddriedher.OnlyonethinghadstartedtosurpriseandannoyCiri–Triss,inheropinion,snuggleduptoGeralttootightly.Thistimeshewaseventryingtokisshim.

           Geraltindicatedthemagician’ssaddle-bagswithhishead.Ciriunderstoodimmediatelybecausethis,too,waspartoftheritualTrissalwaysdemandedtohaveherhaircombed.Shefoundthecombandkneltdownbesideher.Triss,loweringherheadtowardsher,putherarmsaroundthewitcher.InCiri’sopinion,definitelyalittletootightly.

           "Oh,Geralt,"shesobbed."Isoregret…Isoregretthatwhatwasbetweenus-"

           "Triss,please."

           "…itshouldhavehappened…now.WhenI’mbetter…Itwouldbeentirelydifferent…Icould…Icouldeven-"

           "Triss."

           "IenvyYennefer…Ienvyheryou-"

           "Ciri,stepout."

           "But-"

           "Go,please."

           ShejumpedoutofthewagonandstraightontoYarpenwhowaswaiting,leaningagainstawheelandpensivelychewingabladeofgrass.Thedwarfputhisarmaroundher.Hedidnotneedtoleanoverinordertodoso,asGeraltdid.Hewasnotallerthanher.