Chireadan was forced out of Rinde after Yennefer, Geralt, and Jaskier waltzed in to ruin his entire life. He left the militia and found a town where he could serve as a healer, though he lived on the outskirts and found it hard to form relationships with the locals. He had resigned himself to a decade or two of friendless boredom when suddenly a dramatic silver cat burst into his life and started making demands.
And licking his face. And purring in his lap. And really, Chireadan hadn’t had such focused attention from anyone in years. What’s a lonely elf to do?
“These days he wanted something real. His dreams of love, when he let himself dream of it, were big but real. He just wanted a person, a man or a woman or anyone else, really, to be good and sweet to him, to make him feel warm and loved. To warm him at night and stand by his side. To make his heart beat faster, yes, but also to accept his love and support and help. To listen to him and be listened to in turn.”
