[It's been some time since the fallout with Shaxx. Just enough time for Geralt to go home to Jaskier and recuperate enough manna to be up and about. He has deep bite marks on a broken arm that has been bandaged up with slung around his neck. He has bruises all over, some broken ribs and a slight limp.
He looks like shit, basically. Not like someone who should be poking around a forest, but he is. He hasn't seen Revenant or Emil since the night it all went down and as much as he'd like to deny it, he's worried for them.
He's poking around a bush when he hears her approach, only looking up when she addresses him. He catches the flash in her eyes and he counters it with a nonplussed demeanour despite the severity of his injuries.]
Monster week. [He answers plainly, making no move to give her access to his wounds. It's not that he doesn't trust her, he's just not concerned.]
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He looks like shit, basically. Not like someone who should be poking around a forest, but he is. He hasn't seen Revenant or Emil since the night it all went down and as much as he'd like to deny it, he's worried for them.
He's poking around a bush when he hears her approach, only looking up when she addresses him. He catches the flash in her eyes and he counters it with a nonplussed demeanour despite the severity of his injuries.]
Monster week. [He answers plainly, making no move to give her access to his wounds. It's not that he doesn't trust her, he's just not concerned.]
I'm alright.