[ Geralt's skepticism is rooted less in logic and more in a reluctance to undergo any more haphazard procedures that'll undoubtedly leave him torn and bleeding. But he knows, if there's a chance, then he has to take it. She needs him. And he's fucking useless at current.
He nods. ] Do it.
[ Already, he's unwrapping the bandage around his arm and hand. That's the worst of it: where the skin ripped off, the flesh beneath has split almost to the bone. The thorns line the wound. He's certain his body is attempting to heal it. Intermittently, it stops bleeding and scabs only to peel open once more. ]
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He nods. ] Do it.
[ Already, he's unwrapping the bandage around his arm and hand. That's the worst of it: where the skin ripped off, the flesh beneath has split almost to the bone. The thorns line the wound. He's certain his body is attempting to heal it. Intermittently, it stops bleeding and scabs only to peel open once more. ]