Whitebark Stream verpassen

it had grown easier, the lie, even if ciri did not believe him. the telling of it over and over soothed something in him, comforting him with the notion that this time with his loved ones would not be riddled with their agony over this thing he could not control.
"they are, they are. the other day i ran for quite some time vithout coughing and vas able to hunt. i think i have taxed myself only, ciri," he assured, returning her kiss and gathering himself up. "i am looking for somevone, from duskfire glacier. and i am keeping my eyes open for a mountain lion," he said directly and seriously. "stay vith me a time."