[ They both look like shit, but Geralt seems to wear it as though it's a second skin. Hair in disarray and falling loose, dried blood splattered in it and over him. Not all of it his own. His palms are itching and raw from the sticky residue, peeling.
He doesn't let himself linger long on Nero's reaction. Seeing him. How infuriated he grew immediately. (There are times when Nero reminds Geralt too much of the brothers he left behind. It's almost painful.) ]
I'm fine. Promise. [ Predicament aside. He pulls a sticky bit of plant matter off Nero's shoulder. ] Have you found Aloy?
[ Steve said they were together. If Nero was taken along with Steve, chances are low Aloy made the sole escape. Something tells him she would not have left them to run. ]
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He doesn't let himself linger long on Nero's reaction. Seeing him. How infuriated he grew immediately. (There are times when Nero reminds Geralt too much of the brothers he left behind. It's almost painful.) ]
I'm fine. Promise. [ Predicament aside. He pulls a sticky bit of plant matter off Nero's shoulder. ] Have you found Aloy?
[ Steve said they were together. If Nero was taken along with Steve, chances are low Aloy made the sole escape. Something tells him she would not have left them to run. ]