[John has not been expecting such a note, but to say that he is relieved to receive one would not do his emotions justice. He has been feeling... A certain mix of emotions, since they had returned from where they had been sent. As such, he did not know quite how to reach out to Geralt.
He is grateful the other knows him well enough to understand this and reach out as he has.
John's lips curl as he reads the note over, fingers tracing along the paper it was written on. Grateful for the tangible proof of his words (he too has always thought the shimmering style of the mind messages a bit too informal and peculiar for his tastes). The wolf-headed dagger laid before him on the desk, John pens his own reply, which Geralt will find slipped under the front door of the main hall of Kaer Morhen. It reads, in John's elegant hand:]
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He is grateful the other knows him well enough to understand this and reach out as he has.
John's lips curl as he reads the note over, fingers tracing along the paper it was written on. Grateful for the tangible proof of his words (he too has always thought the shimmering style of the mind messages a bit too informal and peculiar for his tastes). The wolf-headed dagger laid before him on the desk, John pens his own reply, which Geralt will find slipped under the front door of the main hall of Kaer Morhen. It reads, in John's elegant hand:]
𝓖𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓽,
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓯 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓐𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭, 𝓲𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓪𝓭𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮. 𝓑𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱.
𝓘 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓘 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮. 𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓼. 𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓮. 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝔀.
𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮, 𝓲𝓷 𝓝𝓸𝓬𝓱𝔀𝓲𝓬𝓱. 𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷, 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻.
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼,
𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷