[ Lambert’s fingers freeze in Celandine’s fur. For a moment, neither witcher or polecat even breathe, but Celandine’s attention is squarely on the witcher. ]
Lambert— [ Her voice is small, and immediately interrupted by the sound of the witcher getting to his feet to leave. ]
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Lambert— [ Her voice is small, and immediately interrupted by the sound of the witcher getting to his feet to leave. ]