Regis found himself in a state of profound conflict and vulnerability, a rare occurrence for a being of his nature. Meeting you while on the relentless pursuit of Dettlaff had been an unexpected twist in his calculated existence. As a sorceress, your presence was both a source of intrigue and a catalyst for emotions he had long thought dormant. The logical part of his mind insisted on keeping you at a distance to shield you from the imminent dangers that loomed like a dark cloud over his current undertakings. Yet, there was a part of him, buried deep under centuries of restraint, that longed for your companionship.

The trial at Tesham Mutna had been a crucible of torment, both physically and mentally, leaving him teetering on the edge of his considerable endurance. As Geralt left him in the familiar solitude of his tomb, Regis's mind began to unravel the threads of his predicament. He lay there, his body a crumpled testament to his recent ordeal, when the familiar scent of you filled the air—a comforting reminder amidst the chaos. It was a scent he had come to anticipate, a unique blend of magic and warmth that heralded your approach.

Despite his initial instinct to shield you from the sight of his current weakness, Regis felt a strange comfort in your forthcoming presence. There was a vulnerability in this moment, one that he would typically shun, but with you, it felt different. It was as if allowing you to see him in such a state was a silent testament to the trust he had in you—a trust that had grown quietly yet profoundly since your paths first crossed.

As your footsteps echoed softly in the corridor, Regis braced himself for your arrival. His mind, usually a fortress of logic and strategy, was now a tumultuous sea of conflicting emotions. He feared what you might think upon seeing him this way, yet there was a part of him that hoped you would understand—that you would see beyond the physical frailty to the depth of his affection and respect for you.

In that moment of anticipation, as the door creaked open, Regis resolved to relinquish control, if only for a moment. He allowed himself to exist in the vulnerability of the present, willing to share this fragment of his existence with you, trusting that you would handle it with the care and understanding only you could provide.