Geralt simply nodded in farewell to the Ringleader and watched him go. The door closing behind him plunged the man's trailer into the semi-darkness he preferred. He made his way to the bed, back to where he had been resting. He replaced the cloth over his eyes and laid back once more, willing the throbbing headache to leave him be. It wouldn't effect his performance, very little could do that...but it would be nice not to have to think about it for the next few hours. 

Still, though he didn't sleep, a small smile formed at the corners of his lips as he held the image of Lucien's expression behind his eyelids. It was quite satisfying to see the hesitancy there. He supposed this was what he had to content himself with for the time being. All in all, it wasn't half bad.

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That night, their performances went off without a hitch. Though Geralt's headache remained throughout the show, he didn't let it slow him or even give him pause for a half second. If anything, he was more enthusiastic, more entertaining, and more charming, and the audience responded in kind. At the end, someone even tossed a coin onto the stage. Geralt had no intention of accepting that gift, and flicked it back into the crowd. When it landed right in the open palm of the person who had thrown it, however, it caused an avalanche of coins to fly down from the stands after it. Geralt, who had expected something akin to this, practiced humility as carnies rushed to gather all the coins.

Leaving the stage, he gave Lucien a long look, a smile, and a half-bow as he headed for the exit, pointing to his temple. He needed more rest, and an after-show meeting with the rest of the troupe members did not appeal to his better nature at the moment.

Illyana, however, was looking forward to seeing Lucien after the show. Geralt's presence around camp was one thing, especially if he wasn't packing, but his performance at tonight's Big Top was something else. He had performed with extra gusto as if making up for a mistake, and this worried the young clairvoyant. She had been fully expecting Lucien to dismiss the man after the stunt he had pulled, but it seemed as though Cirque D'étoiles would not be rid of his presence just yet.

To stifle her fear, she wished to speak with the Ringleader and see what he had decided to do. If he hadn't yet, maybe she could undo what Geralt had just done and remind Lucien of the awful position he had put them all in, especially the circus' reputation. The look she saw the two men share before Geralt exited the tent did not fill her with the confidence that she needed. She hoped that this would be addressed in their after-show meeting, as all of the troupe members gathered around the stage. She stood there, hand clasped before her, biting her lip in anticipation of the man's decision.