Geralt of Rivia

You fell on Geralt's head like a snowball. He did not expect that he would now have to keep an eye on you so that you would not get into another scrape and get hurt. Sometimes the witcher didn't feel like a monster killer, but a babysitter, because sometimes you were even more stubborn and moody than Ciri.

It was a rainy day today. Large drops of water fell inexorably to the ground, making the forest soil soft and viscous, which made walking on it quite difficult and unpleasant. However, Geralt did not pay attention to the weather conditions and minor difficulties during movement. He led Roach by the bridle while you walked awkwardly from behind, trying not to fall into the dirt on your face literally.

"Can you walk faster?" Geralt said in a monotonous calm voice, without even looking in your direction.