[ Near water? The information startles some alertness back into Geralt. How the fuck—
He sinks into the grass. It's soft. He misses fresh fucking air. More than anything, he fears for Ciri. There are fates worse than death, he thinks, but he pushes the thought aside. There's no point in dwelling on the worst. If they can survive, that's all that matters. And he will make sure she leaves alive if that's the last thing he does. ]
I'll heal. [ If he makes it. He was one of the first taken to the altar. Impossible to tell what might follow. So far, he isn't any more or less affected than the ones stolen with him, but whatever it is, it's spreading. He can feel his body fighting it off. ]
I know. [ He knows Jaskier will do all he can. ] Are the others...is Julie—?
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He sinks into the grass. It's soft. He misses fresh fucking air. More than anything, he fears for Ciri. There are fates worse than death, he thinks, but he pushes the thought aside. There's no point in dwelling on the worst. If they can survive, that's all that matters. And he will make sure she leaves alive if that's the last thing he does. ]
I'll heal. [ If he makes it. He was one of the first taken to the altar. Impossible to tell what might follow. So far, he isn't any more or less affected than the ones stolen with him, but whatever it is, it's spreading. He can feel his body fighting it off. ]
I know. [ He knows Jaskier will do all he can. ] Are the others...is Julie—?
[ Are they all right? ]