[ Deep down, he wonders when all this started. Religious fervour does not grow overnight. There's an amorphous shape to the entire thing; they don't have a god they're praying to, and the shrines seem much older than anything else here.
Perhaps they dug up an ancient text and intend to revive it.
Geralt prods at the wound. She's cleaned and wrapped it as best she can. ] Good.
[ He isn't healing like usual, though at least nothing has started festering. It'll heal.
He slips on his cloak. A chill is seeping through. Aches and pains are common. But he seldom feels ill. Not unless something is exceedingly wrong. He doesn't want to worry Ciri more than he already has, so he says nothing of it.
Though he has got one question: ] How long was I gone?
[ He can't tell if something else was done to them while they were...seeing things. Or how much time truly passed. ]
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Perhaps they dug up an ancient text and intend to revive it.
Geralt prods at the wound. She's cleaned and wrapped it as best she can. ] Good.
[ He isn't healing like usual, though at least nothing has started festering. It'll heal.
He slips on his cloak. A chill is seeping through. Aches and pains are common. But he seldom feels ill. Not unless something is exceedingly wrong. He doesn't want to worry Ciri more than he already has, so he says nothing of it.
Though he has got one question: ] How long was I gone?
[ He can't tell if something else was done to them while they were...seeing things. Or how much time truly passed. ]