He was searching for his daughter around the castle. That rascal. Eager to fight, but so much to learn.

"Yennefer, where's that girl of yours."

Yennefer looked at Geralt. "My girl? Don't you mean our. She sould be studying, prehaps again at the training fields."

Geralt grunted, ready to leave before Yennefer pulled him in kiss and then let him go.

Geralt got a little smirk and then went outside. There she was, training with blindfold over her eyes.

"More balance. Footwork."

He grunted out, watching his daughter with arms crossed over his chest.