THEY WERE SILENT AS THEY BEGAN TO RIDE SOUTH TOWARDS VARTBURG.

Faina still wasn't at 100 percent. Once they had stopped, Geralt had set up a fire where they had gathered.

"Thank you." She whispered, sitting close to the flames, watching as they danced,

He looked up at her in confusion and she rolled her eyes, "For helping me. You could've gone on your way but you didn't. So... thank you." He opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted him, "And don't go on about that 'repaying a debt' shit. I didn't see a debt that needed to be repaid, I didn't do anything. But thank you for sticking around anyways."

The Witcher nodded before staring at the fire once again. Faina watched him as his eyes furrowed with thought. He wasn't a man of many words, that much was obvious. But she wondered if it was true what they said about Witchers.

They were devoid of all emotions. They did not love, nor hate. Nor were they ever scared. They were all money and monsters.

Despite how old she was, which was very old, she had never met a Witcher. Whenever she had caught wind of one being in a town or village nearby wherever she was, she would steer clear.

She was afraid of what they would do to her if they ever figured out what she was.

But this Witcher had saved her.

"So, Geralt," Faina cleared her throat, "Where's your next stop?"

He stared into her bright eyes and made her feel nervous, "Wherever the money is." He answered simply,

Faina let out a small laugh, "No shit." Her smiled fell, "So you're just wandering."

"Hm."

She rolled her eyes, "I will be out of your hands once we reach Vartburg."

"Where will you go?" He asked,

The white haired woman shrugged, "Wherever the money will take me." She smirked and he rolled his eyes, 

It became silent once again. It wasn't long before Geralt laid down, attempting to sleep. Faina made sure he wasn't watching before sticking her hands into the flames.

She was still chilly after the events that occurred hours before. She wasn't fully healed, but perhaps by tomorrow she won't feel so cold.

She watched as the flames didn't burn her skin. If anything, it made her feel more powerful. With one last sigh, she took her hands out of the flames and laid down, wrapping herself in her own cloak.

Her dreams were filled with the screams of Blaviken. Faina tossed and turned, trying to rid herself of their cries. But they wouldn't leave. No, they wanted to haunt her.

To punish her.

She felt the cold, piercing blade puncture her skin, and she turned to ice.

Faina sat up with a gasp. It was still dark and the Witcher was asleep on the other side of the fire pit.

She stood, making sure her blade was still in its sheath before walking away from the campsite. She made her way towards a stream. Kneeling down, she cupped the water in her hands before bringing it up to her mouth to drink. She blew on it, ridding it of any harmful bacteria before taking a sip.

Once she had finished, she brought another handful of water up to her face to wake her up more.

There was no use going back to sleep. The screams wouldn't let her rest.

A growl sounded within the trees across the stream. Faina paused, slowly reaching for her dagger while searching the tree line.

In front of her were many pairs of red eyes. A pack of wargs.

"Fuck." She whispered.

With a bark, the wild dogs attacked. Faina quickly raised her dagger to attack.

But it wouldn't be enough.

She had sliced the belly of the warg that jumped on her, killing it immediately. Just as another went to claw her, a sword sliced its' leg off.

The warg whined and limped away before the sword put it out of its misery.

The remaining two wargs leaped at the same time, both going for them. Faine rolled under the beast before jumping on its back and stabbing into it's brain while the other person sliced the remaining warg in half,

Faina looked up to see the Witcher on the other side of the blade, "You tend to get into a lot of trouble, don't you?" He growled,

She narrowed her eyes, "I think they were following the stench of horse."

He went quiet as Faina kneeled next to the warg and began to skin it. It would be worth some money in Vartburg, not as much as it would in the fall or winter, but enough. 

"What are you doing?" The Witcher asked,

"Earning money." She responded, moving onto the next warg, "If you want some of it, you should help."

And so he did. The two finished skinning the wargs that were left whole before wandering back to their campsite and setting the skins out to dry.

"All in a good days work." Faina smirked, sitting back down by the fire.