Little Goat Mountain So close, no matter how far.

She twitched a whisker, unnerved by what he had to say. Ciri didn't understand what he meant. Her ear remained cocked in his direction, hungry for an explanation that was not owed to her. As she considered this, she faltered slightly and her tension slackened. How ridiculous she must look to him: a child, upset and disappointed at missing out on something.

The swallow felt a muscle twitch in her jaw. Was he saying that he was mated to some, but gave pieces if himself to others as well? The idea of a husband's disloyalty to his wife in such ways sickened her to her stomach, and her impression of the seal-hunter soured.

So you... get around? Ciri asked with an edge to her tone, blinking up past her lashes to look upon Chaliux's pale face.