the wind was a strong gale that day, and the air was warm and thick with humidity. Geralt could feel the heat on his skin.

"Straighten your posture" geralt growls at you

You were training with ciri She had a fire in her eyes, a stubbornness that Geralt respected. something you lacked

"I said straighten your posture!" geralt snaps at you, his voice low and rough and dripping with the venom that he usually reserves for monsters