“...How about I come with you this time, Geralt? I really don’t...want to be without you anymore. Only one week a month is terrible.”
The day had come. The day Geralt had hated each time he came to this Tavern and Bed.. He had to leave. He didn't mind leaving the crummy company of drunken assholes and the Tavernkeep who smelled like a barrel of Grave Hag guts.. But what, or who, he minded leaving was the sweet little maiden who cared for him many a time and even gave a couple of romance nights out of surprise. Miss Elayne. As normal, she had been tending to him. Even occasionally offering her usual services of brushing his hair while listening about his stressful travels if it made him feel better. It did in many ways. And even on her breaks, Geralt and Elayne took small lessons with each other about hair care and so on considering Geralt wanted to help her relax from time to time.
"Elayne.. My travels aren't easy. You know this.."
He tells her with a heavy heart. He doesn't want to leave her here. He never wanted to from day one. Each time he had to leave, he wanted to just take her. But now she said she wanted to come. His supplies and all were packed and ready. But when his Amber eyes looked to her eyes, there they were.. Those stars that always captured the inner wolf within him. But this time, they were pleading. She wanted out. She wanted freedom. He brings his forehead to hers, cupping her cheeks with his warm hands.
"...You know I love you..right, Elayne?"