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Freya:
We had walked in silence for hours after watching the body of the Warped Wolf burn. Geralt’s eyes continued to find mine, a slightly nervous energy slipping through his calm exterior. I knew he was waiting, wondering why I had not yet bombarded him with questions.
The truth was, I was struggling to process what I had experienced. Everything I had learned and all that I had been through in such a short time threatened to overwhelm my mind, each piece screaming inside of my head, clamoring to be the first one addressed, examined, each demanding to be picked apart and then filed away.
But the pieces were too loud, and it was all too much. I felt so naive, believing that I could simply hide in the woods near my home and wait until the right moment to find my father’s killer,
