At the Edge of the World

Egon thought it was adorable when she promised not to look, causing him to wonder for a moment how many men she had been with. Not in a derogatory way, but after all of the encounters he had with women, an invite to bathe together was definitely the time for wandering eyes. He tensed his jaw when her fingers found their way over the large scars on his chest. Egon wasn't used to someone touching them, especially in such a delicate manner.

A shiver ran down his back and he brought his hand up to grab hers. "A kikimora." That had been the monster, Egon could still remember the stinging pain of it's stab. He lowered her hand back to her side, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. He would indulge her later, but right now,, monsters were the last thing he wanted to speak of. He motioned to the bath tub, stepping away from her as he began undoing his belt, letting his trousers fall to the floor around his ankles.

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Verris couldn't help her next question, it rolled right off her tongue before she even had proper time to think about it. "What made you change your mind?" The dark haired princess looked up at the Witcher, wanting to hear a different answer other than she wasn't safe, or now that her father had abandoned her, he felt like destiny was forcing his hand. She wanted to hear that his mind had changed on its own, but she knew that probably wasn't the case.

"You don't have to feel responsible for me because of some destiny or..." Her words trailed off, as she looked back down to her feet. Verris didn't want him waiting around on her unless that's what he wanted to do.

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Anfrih tensed when she noticed his jaw clench and felt him grab her hand, opening an apology starting to form on her lips when he answered her question simply. She tilted her head slightly as he smiled at her and lowered her hand back to her side, watching as he stepped away and gestured simply to the bath. Her cheeks flushed red as his hands moved to undo his belt, quickly looking away from him as she heard his trousers hit the floor, finding the hem of her shirt to be very interesting at the moment.

It wasn't that she didn't want to look. She wanted to. But she'd never been with a man before, and she was scared that whatever feelings she had for Egon weren't reciprocated, that she was just a pretty face, and once they did anything he'd be satisfied and leave her. She knew deep down it was a silly worry, but she couldn't help it. After a few awkward moments of indulging her anxieties she began to undo the buttons of her shirt, although she was too nervous to fully remove it with him watching her.

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Geralt tensed a little at her question. In all honesty, he didn't know the answer himself. With a sigh he gave a little shrug. "You wanted to see the world as a free woman. Being sold to a mage isn't freedom." He explained, knowing that wasn't really why, but he couldn't seem to put his reason into words.

"I know that." He said simply at her next statement, wrapping a protective arm around her as a small group of drunk men wandering down the street got close, ignoring their taunts toward him and doing his best not to kill them for what they were saying about Verris. "If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't." He said after they'd passed, looking down at the princess to make sure that she was alright.

Egon stepped out of his pants, kicking them to the side of the small room closer to the door. He was not a shy man. Egon watched Anfrih struggle with her shirt, fiddling with the hem. It seemed as if she wasn't sure what she had asked, like she didn't want to undress in front of him. He hoped it was only a small bout of nerves. The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable.

He moved behind her after she was rid of the last button. His hands gently moved to her shoulders, sliding the thin fabric of her shirt down her arms. It crumpled to the floor between their feet. "Don't be nervous. It's just me." He whispered, fully aware of just how serious of a situation this could be. If Anfrih had never been with a man before, Egon needed to tread carefully. He needed to be soft and gentle and have patience.

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Verris looked down at his hand and then glanced briefly over her shoulder at the passing drunkards. She could've blushed, for a moment, she thought his touch might've been for a different reason. Clearing her throat, she fiddled with her hands, plucking at her nails and peeling off skin from her fingers. "You didn't really seem to care if I saw the world one way or another before. Why does it matter if I'm free?"

Verris didn't want to start a fight, but she wanted some truth. She wasn't free now, no, but she never had been. Her father had been her captor before and that was alright, until he sold her? It was hard for the young girl to understand Geralt's words. "Even now, I prefer the academy over where I was. Horrible things happened in that castle." Her gaze lifted to stare at the hardened expression of the witcher, hoping she wouldn't have to go into more detail than that.

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Anfrih tensed as she felt Egon step up behind her, not nervous because she'd never been with a man before, although that was part of it, but moreso because of the bruises littering her body that she knew he'd be upset over. They weren't pretty, and she didn't want him to get upset over them. She closed her eyes anxiously as he slid her shirt down her shoulders, trembling a little in fear as she waited for him to complain about the bruises and cuts that covered most of her torso and arms.

"I-I'm sorry, Egon.. I'm sorry I'm not.." she started to apologize, fingers trembling a bit as she turned around to face him slowly, focusing on a scar on his chest that she gently traced her fingers over. She felt so unworthy of him, and she couldn't understand why he could possibly want someone like her.

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Geralt didn't remove his hand after the drunkards passed, finding he preferred to have her tucked into the safety of his arms. He sighed as she spoke about how horrible it had been at the castle, looking out over the ocean as they neared the shore. "I know.. I was.. I was wrong to leave you there." He admitted softly, looking down at her with brows furrowed. He wanted to ask her what had happened to her, but he recognized that maybe now wasn't the best time to push her to speak more about it.

"I'm just happy you're safe." He sighed as they finally reached the shore, pulling his arm away from her as he looked down at her. "When do you think we'll see you back at the tavern?"

Egon tried to hide the frown that was tugging at the corners of his mouth when Anfrih started to apologize. He had no intention of bringing up the bruises and marks that littered her body. How would that make her feel if the first time she had been vulnerable with a man, the first thing he did was comment on something that could be so... "Don't apologize for anything."

He rubbed his hands along her shoulders, bringing a hand up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. "C'mon." He ran a hand down her arm before grabbing her hand gently in his. Egon brought her over to the bath, before he stepped in and sat down in the water. It was warm enough for the water to comfort and relax his sore muscles. He laid his arms on each side of the tub, looking up at Anfrih, trying to keep the situation as comfortable as possible for her.

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It felt odd to hear Geralt say he had been wrong, that he should've taken her before when he had the chance. Verris couldn't decide if she believed him or not, but either way, it still felt nice to just hear him say it. Her gaze followed his arm as it dropped away from her side, instantly wishing it was back in place. The cold breeze from the sea was causing goosebumps to run up her legs. "I'm not sure." The young girl stepped a little closer to Geralt, really not knowing when the next time she might be able to sneak out was.

Verris chewed on the inside of her lip and wrapped her arms around her waist. "Hopefully again soon, but if not, I will be leaving soon."

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Anfrih leaned her head into his touch as he tucked her hair behind her ear, giving a little nod as he tugged her toward the bath. Once he was in the tub she looked down at him nervously before she kicked her pants off and climbed into the tub as quickly as she could, not wanting him to stare at her for too long. She let out a little whimper as she settled into the warm water, muscles aching as she grabbed a washcloth and began to scrub the dirt and sweat from her skin. The action helped her to relax, take her mind off of Egon, who she was sure was still staring at her. This was just a bath, just something they were doing to get clean, and after they'd get dressed and go to sleep, that was all.

It felt lovely to be clean again, and she finally let her gaze meet Egon's again when she had finished cleaning everything except her hair, offering him a sheepish smile. "At least you look comfortable." She teased softly. He was taking up most of the tub, leaning her to huddle on her end, her knees tugged up against her chest, but she didn't mind. At least the water was warm, and he hadn't forced himself on her or anything.

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Geralt gave a little nod as she said she wasn't sure when she'd next be able to sneak out, as much as he wanted to see her again, he didn't want to risk her safety to have her sneak out only to get caught. "Alright." He huffed, reaching out to adjust her cloak around her, noticing how she shivered in the cold night air. "You know where to find us if you need us." He said, an unsaid promise that he wasn't going to leave her again, that he'd wait on this shitty island for as long as it took.

Chewing on his lip as he watched her scrub away the grime from her body, he noticed how fast she was moving, how quickly the rag was rubbing her skin. It was obvious he was making her comfortable, that this situation was making her uncomfortable. Tilting his head to the side, Egon wondered why she had invited him if she wasn't going to be comfortable. He knew she probably hadn't actually thought about her invitation before she had already handed it out. Anfrih's hands disappeared under the water, wringing the washcloth out. The sound the water made snapped Egon from his thoughts. He grabbed the sides of the tub, nervously scratching his nails against it. "Sorry, I can't really-" Egon tried to sit up, tried to make himself seem smaller, pushing himself up against the wall but it wasn't doing much to help.

"Can I?" He finally moved his hands into the water, leaning forward to reach for the washcloth in Anfrih's hands. She seemed finished with it and it was the only one in the room. He hesitated before taking the rag from her, letting their hands linger on one another's for a few seconds. His gaze fell down her body, captivated by how water was glistening off of her body, highlighting her collar bones especially. The candles and torches lit on the walls were reflecting off of her wet skin, making the room seem much warmer than it was. Egon straightened back up, pushing his shoulders back as he began cleaning off his body, finally breaking his gaze away from Anfrih.

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Verris looked across the water, back to where the academy could be seen. She didn't want to leave him, especially not for that place, but she knew she had to. The princess had never really felt normal again after learning how to wield magic. Something was wrong, like a constant feeling of being out of control; it was terrifying. Taking a few steps closer towards Geralt, Verris quickly wrapped him in a hug, not caring if he would try to push her away or ignore it. Verris had been living her whole life feeling so alone, but whenever she was with Geralt, all of that was easy to ignore. Whether it was destiny or the fact that he lived the life she wanted, she didn't care. She squeezed her arms around him, pressing her face into his chest. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice quivering. She was thanking him for a lot of things, coming to find her, waiting on her, telling her he was wrong to leave her before.

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"It's fine, Egon.. I'm fine." She offered him a little smile as she watched him try to make himself smaller, resisting the urge to giggle at the sight. When he leaned forward and asked for the washcloth she froze, gaze locked on his as his hands found hers under the water, feeling like her heart was beating a mile a minute. For half a second she thought she might lean forward and kiss him, but the thought disappeared as he tugged the washcloth from her hands. She sat back and sank a bit lower in the tub as she watched him scrub himself clean, legs accidentally bumping into his under the water as she shifted, causing her to blush faintly and stammer out a quick apology before she sank all the way under the water, getting her hair nice and wet before surfacing again, wiping the water away from her face as she sat back up.

It took her a moment to spot the bar of soap over by Egon, and she began to lean forward to grab it before she realized just how close she'd gotten to the Witcher, one hand braced against the edge of the tub while her other reached past his shoulder in an attempt to grab the soap from where it sat. Another blush heated up her cheeks when her gaze met his, and she quickly sat back, stammering out another apology for getting in his way. She felt like such a coward. She wished that she could just admit how she felt about him and be done with it, but she was terrified that he wouldn't feel the same, even if everything he did told her otherwise. But until she heard the words come from his lips, she wouldn't let herself believe he cared for her one way or another, in an attempt to save herself some heartbreak.

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Geralt tensed as she moved to hug him, staring down at her in surprise for a few moments before he willed himself to relax, wrapping his arms around her in return. He squeezed her against his chest, hoping that perhaps the action would warm her, his fingers lightly brushing through her hair as he looked down at her. "There's nothing to thank me for, Princess.. I'm just glad that you're safe." He murmured. He truly was happy to have her here with him, and he dressed her going back to the academy to finish her training, but he kept telling himself that it would only be for a few more weeks, and then they could leave and go about their lives.

Egon scrubbed his body clean, watching Anfrih sink under the water, trying to hide the way her face was blushing pink. Egon's eyes hadn't left her once and he found the way her face was flushed to be endearing. It had been ages since he found himself with an inexperienced woman, then again, he normally was paying for their company. He froze in place when Anfrih came back up from under the water, pushing her hair out of her face before she moved closer to him, her body almost pressed against his. Only for a second, he wondered what she was doing, until he noticed her arm outstretched, hand reaching for the soap behind him. His breath had been caught in his throat, feeling the way their bodies grazed each others.

"Don't apologize." He laughed, his body relaxing back in the water once she sat back opposite of him. It was odd for him to feel nervous, he wasn't usually a timid man, particularly when it came to women. Yet, he sat in the water, watching her running her hands through her hair, asking himself if it would be okay to make a move. Egon pushed himself to sit up taller, gesturing for Anfrih to come to him. "C'mere, give me that." He pointed to the soap, opening his arms to welcome her in. "Let me wash your hair." He figured this was the perfect way to see how comfortable she was with him. Depending on if she allowed him, depending on how her body talked to him, he wondered how far this could go.

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Verris lifted her head to look up at Geralt, finding herself completely comfortable in the witcher's arms. "There's a lot to thank you for." She whispered, pulling herself away from his arms. Whether he saw it or not, he was her escape. Without him, she would be forced to stay in the academy, forced to later be apart of some royal court, some king's mistress, a background piece. Reminding herself that she could escape on her own and be fine, it was just a relief to know she didn't have to be alone. Verris found herself holding Geralt's hand after leaving his arms and promptly dropped it, still not sure exactly what was running through Geralt's mind. "I will see you soon." She cleared her throat, before stepping away from him.

It wasn't easy to leave him there on the shore, but Verris knew she had to return to the academy before one of the attendants came around to check the rooms during their nightly rounds. It had taken her about an hour from the time she left him on the shore to find her way back into her cold, stone bed in her dark room. The ferry ride back had been cold and had felt a lot more lonesome than she had expected it to.

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Anfrih relaxed a bit when she heard him laugh, fighting to hide a small smile that appeared on her lips as she wet her hair again. His laugh was so warm and inviting, she couldn't stay too nervous with him around. She looked up at him in surprise though when he offered to wash her hair and shifted in the tub to give her room to move, hesitating for a moment before she passed him the soap, keeping her hand in his.

"You don't have to, Egon.." she murmured softly even as she moved closer, shifting in the tub until she was seated between his legs. She looked up at him for a few long moments, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from his eyes before she turned so that her back was to him. Her back was where some of her worse injuries from her time in the dungeons were, the guards having decided to whip her on a few occasions. The crisscrossing lashes were varied in stages of healing, signaling that it had happened more than once, the oldest nearly completely scarred over, while the newest had barely scabbed over. She silently prayed that he wouldn't say anything about it, not wanting him to pity her for what she'd gone through.

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Geralt let his fingers brush her hair away from her face as she spoke, nodding a little as she promised to return soon. For a few moments he thought he might kiss her, or throw her over his shoulder and leave with her, to hell with her training. But he remained on the cold beach asbshe disappeared into the night, even long after he couldn't see her any longer. When the wind finally became too cold he returned to the inn, having a few more rounds of ale with the bard before retiring for the night.

Egon slowly began to run the soap through the ends of Anfrih's hair, his eyes focused further down on her back. The red welts on her back were still raised, coupled with many cuts that ran alongside them. He could only imagine in his head, the poor girl curled up in a cold dungeon all alone while some pathetic excuse of a guard... He had to force the thoughts away, feeling himself growing angrier by the second. It was hard to ignore their presence, but if Egon wanted Anfrih to be comfortable, he had to.

He wasted the next few minutes just silently running his soapy hands through her hair, gently pulling apart every little snag or knot his fingers ran into. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, but instead it was calming. Anfrih seemed comfortably enough against him, and when he thought it was the best time, he let his hands wandered from her hair. They slowly trailed over her shoulders and then down her arms, before Egon gripped her tightly and pulled her flush against his chest. "Is this okay?" He leaned his head down, a few of his curls falling in front of his face as he whispered into her ear. Her body slightly tensed under his touch, his hand beginning to explore underneath the water, gliding down her side. His other hand ran up her left side, stopping just short of cupping her breast. It was important he made sure that she was completely fine with this, the last thing he wanted was to force himself on her and cause more problems for them later on down the road.

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Anfrih willed herself to relax as his fingers massaged the soap into her hair, humming occasionally when his fingers caught a tangle in her hair, although he was gentle and it didn't hurt. She almost felt as if she could lean back against his chest and go to sleep, the water soothing, and his arms seemed so warm and inviting. She opened her eyes though as she felt his hands wander from her hair down her arms, before he pulled her back against his chest. She blushed brightly, unable to help but tense up, especially given how sore and painful some of her injuries were.

She gave a little nod as he asked if it was alright, and as she felt his hand move up her side toward her breast she sucked in a little breath. She was sure he could feel her heart beating a mile a minute against his palm, and to give herself something to do with her hands she rested them lightly against his legs, fingers brushing over his knee and thigh gently. She turned her head to look at him as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, gaze meeting his for a moment before she closed the last bit of distance between them and pressed the briefest of kisses to his lips. She worried that maybe that was too much for him, if maybe he only wanted to touch and be touched, and she supposed that was fine with her. But just once she wanted to know what his lips felt like against hers, even if just for a moment. She pulled back just as quickly as she'd leaned forward, cheeks flushing as she met his gaze again, waiting for his reaction, good or bad.

Egon's eyes had, for a brief moment, shot open in surprise before they gently fluttered closed. The kiss had been all the permission he needed. He leaned in further, pressing his lips to hers in the exact instant that she pulled away. He tensed his jaw and stared at her lips before letting his eyes meet with hers. His skin was crawling, the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end and he was completely lost in the girl's eyes. "Bring those lips back here." He smirked, leaning forward to press their lips together again.

His hand found its way between her legs, his fingertips running gently up her inner thigh before he used his hand to force her legs further apart. He listened to way her breath hitched in the back of her throat and used his other hand to comfort her, running up and down her arm in a soothing manner, wanting her to know that he was here for her. She didn't have to feel obligated to return anything and he wouldn't try to pressure her to. He made small circular motions over her clit, his eyes trained on her face though, watching for any sign that maybe she didn't want this. All he was met with were her small gasps and the way her thighs seemed to tense. Egon gently slipped a finger inside, his hand dropping from her arm wrapping around her waist. His thumb took over massaging her clit as he slipped a second finger into her, using a slow, steady pace. All he was concerned with was making sure Anfrih felt good, that for just a few moments, she could forget about how her body ached and her muscles throbbed. He wanted her to forget about all the scars that littered her back and the horrible memories she had of Redania. He wanted her to feel in complete bliss.

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Anfrih let out a needy hum as his lips crashed against hers again, one of her hands moving up to caress his cheek before she tangled her fingers in his hair, keeping him close. She would never let him leave her again, not even for a minute. She couldn't explain why but she needed him, in more ways than the obvious need she had as he spread her legs.

"Egon.." she breathed against his lips as his fingers grazed her slit, a little whimper escaping her as his fingers began to tease her clit. Sure, she'd pleasured herself once or twice, but it had never been like this. This was something different. She tensed when he slipped his first finger inside of her though, biting her lip as she adjusted to his large finger. She'd never been with a man before, so she was quite tight, and it took her a moment to get used to how his finger felt, the way it stretched her as he thrust it into her slowly. Another little whine left her lips as he added the second finger, wincing for just a moment before the pain was replaced by pleasure, legs shaking a little. Her fingers tugged at his hair desperately as he pleasured her, whining and gasping as his fingers worked her over. Her back arched as his fingers hit that spot inside of her, biting her lip to keep quiet.

"E-Egon.. Egon please.." she begged, head resting back against his shoulder as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. "I'm so close.. Please, Egon.. Kiss me again."

Egon was mesmerized by the way Anfrih's body was writhing in his grip. He pressed his fingers deeper into her, noticing when she tightened down on him, making it hard for him to move. A slight groan left his mouth when she begged for him and he watched how her body arched. It was obvious how close she was, so Egon pumped his fingers in out of her just slightly faster.

Leaning his head down, he let his lips hover just centimeters away from hers, "Close, hmm?" Egon couldn't help but tease Anfrih, sliding his fingers out of her completely before focusing again on her clit. Moving in even closer, Egon kissed instead down her jaw, making his way down her neck. Egon couldn't control himself anymore when Anfrih's moans grew closer and closer together. He was pressing against her backside, growing harder each second listening to her moan, watching her body tremble and quake. His cock throbbed just feeling how her body tensed in his arms, just thinking about what could happen... Quickly, Egon shook the thought from his head, deciding this was only for her to enjoy.

He raised his head back up to her meet hers, pressing his lips against hers, finally, like how she had asked for. He continued rubbing her clit, in fast but precise circular motions, begging her to climax. It was enough for him to know that he was the first man to give her something like this, it was enough watching just how much she was enjoying it. It was weird to him, being so selfless with a girl, not expecting anything for himself in return.

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Anfrih whined as he slipped his fingers out of her, giving an irritated tug of his hair, although her lips parted in a breathless moan as he began to tease her clit again. Her eyes closed blissfully as he kissed along her jaw and neck, leaning back into his arms as her hips bucked against his fingers. She could feel his cocked pressed against her backside, and if she had been able to, she would have asked him what she could do to please him in return. But the only sound that escaped her lips were little gasps and moans as his fingers pushed her closer and closer to her climax.

She cried out against his lips when she finally came, body shaking and writhing in his arms as her orgasm washed over her. It was nothing like she'd ever felt before, leaving her breathless and limp in his arms. She was grateful for his arms around her, as they kept her above the water as she relaxed back into his chest, opening her eyes after a few blissful moments to look up at him, gently brushing her fingers against his cheek and through his hair. "I'll be ready for you in a moment.. Just let me catch my breath." She whispered, pressing a brief kiss to his lips before laying her head back against his shoulder. She couldn't imagine him pleasuring her without expecting anything in return, and with his cock pressing into her back she knew what he probably wanted from her, even if she was exhausted.

Egon was quick to shake his head, a smirk stretching across his face. He lowered her a just slightly more into the water, to get more of her hair under the water to help rinse out the remaining soap. "That won't be necessary, Anfrih." He whispered, ignoring how hard his cock still was. "Let's get this soap out of your hair and we can get you to bed." His only hope was that her body was completely relaxed now, her sore muscles massaged by the warm water and that she'd be able to have a good night's sleep.

His fingers ran through her hair, untangling the ends in the water. Tilting his head down, he pressed a brief kiss to her forehead, his eyes falling over her sleepy face. Her eyes were partially closed and the girl looked like she could pass out in his arms at any moment. He finished rinsing her hair out and moved to get up out of the water. Helping her up along with him, he stepped out of the tub, water dripping all over the wooden floor. Grabbing the two towels placed over the sink, he turned back to hand one to Anfrih, patting himself dry with one he had grabbed for himself.

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Anfrih hummed tiredly as he lowered her further into the water, eyes fluttering open when he said that he expected nothing in return. "What? Don't Witchers always insist on payment for their services?" She teased lightly, although her eyes softened as she gazed up at him. He was wonderful. She truly didn't deserve his kindness. She hadn't realized that she'd started to drift off to sleep until Egon leaned down and kissed her forehead, her eyes fluttering open again as she sat up and stood from the tub with him, wringing most of the water from her hair before stepping out of the tub and accepting the towel, drying herself off quickly, skin covered in goosebumps.

She blushed brightly as she noticed his still hard cock, having not gotten a good look at the impressive member earlier, and when her eyes met his again she offered him a little smile. "Are you sure you don't want to continue..? I definitely owe you for what you've done for me." She blushed, wrapping the towel around herself to keep warm as she stepped toward him, standing on her toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

After a moment she pulled back, studying his face for a long moment. "..Did you only want to kiss me because I asked you to take a bath with me?" She asked softly, looking over his face as her fingers reached up to brush his hair from his eyes. "It's fine if you did, if you don't want to if we're not.. you know.." she blushed, pulling her hand away from his face as she stepped away, moving to the stool where her clean clothes were. "I just... I want you to know that I wanted to kiss you before that.. Back in Redania in the stable the other day.." she admitted softly, tugging on her clean clothes, which consisted of the spare shirt he'd given her at the inn the other day, and some loose fitting knickers.

Ignoring her second attempt at repaying him, Egon brought the towel up to his hair, running it roughly over his head. "No, not just because you asked me to bathe with you." He couldn't help chuckle at her assumption. He supposed it wasn't easy for her to read him, he did hide his emotions the majority of the time. He couldn't blame her for being a bit confused on where he stood with her. "I wanted to kiss you the moment I realized you kicked that street vendors ass after taking a stabbing." Egon could laugh about that situation now, it had been so long ago and she was fine.

Tossing the towel over the stool by the sink, Egon turned to grab his fresh clothes that were draped over the sink where the towels had been. He looked up in the dingy mirror, letting himself stare at Anfrih for a moment while she dressed over his shoulder. Women could be so in touch with their emotions, dissect every single moment and every word a man told them. It was just as beautiful as it was annoying sometimes.

He turned away from the mirror once it started to steam up. Tugging his shirt over his head, a white loose long sleeve with a deep v-shaped neck line, and then pulling on his black trousers, Egon turned back to Anfrih. Running a hand through his still damp, loose curls he put a hand on the bathroom door knob, propping it open just a few inches. He couldn't help stop and admire her until she was completely dressed, even then he would've continued to stare if he hadn't wanted her to catch him.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he headed over to the bed. It was one large enough to sleep the two of them comfortably, which was a blessing. No more sleeping in chairs or pressed up against each other in a small, slim bed.

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Anfrih let her eyes linger on him as he moved toward the sink, quickly looking away to finish dressing when her eyes met his in the mirror. Her heart was still beating wildly in her chest, her stomach doing summersaults as she thought about his words. Did that mean he cared for her? She knew he must on some level, but to think that he felt the same way as her.. She let out a little sigh and finished drying off her hair with her towel before setting it over the back of a chair, shaking out the damp locks as she followed him out of the bathroom.

She watched as he stepped over to the bed, muscles screaming at her to get in with him and just go to sleep, but she stood frozen by the door to the bathroom while he sat at the edge of the bed, only moving over to him after a moment. She stood between his legs, looking down at him as she slowly moved her hands up to cradle his face, fingertips lightly brushing across his cheeks. She stared at him for a long while, gaze locked on his before she swallowed the lump in her throat, finding enough courage to speak. "I'm afraid that if I say the words I want to say, that you won't say them back.. And that's fine, I can't and shouldn't expect you to, no matter how much I want it to be otherwise.. But I'm more scared that I'll say them, and you'll get up and leave, or that when I wake up in the morning you'll be gone.. whether you say them back or not.." she whispered, voice shaking a little. "I don't know what you feel, what you think, and it's so terrifying.."