"It is wonderful to see you active again," Geralt added with genuine sincerity.
Beside him, Elin bowed respectfully. Her hands, partially covered by her apron, gripped a small piece of paper—folded repeatedly, resembling a bread wrapper. Meanwhile, little Anya stood tall, chest puffed out as if she were guarding the gates of the world's most magnificent palace.
Lucas tried to steady his breathing.
Geralt glanced briefly at his wife before turning back to Lucas with a hesitant expression. "Young Master... if you would permit it, I would like my wife to stay here with Anya and me today."
Lucas furrowed his brow. "In the field? Why? Doesn't your house need attention after yesterday's chaos?"
Elin stepped forward half a pace, her voice soft but laced with caution. "Our home is undergoing renovations, Young Master. And... I am afraid of neighbors or strangers seeing this."
