( Honestly, all things considered, while being on top of that mountain had sucked it was still better than being in the Pit. At least there was water. At least there was game to hunt for food that wasn't corn husks and lizard. The cold definitely sucks, he'll grant that, but once Geralt started helping the rest of them survive it got less terrible.
Jack's holed up comfortably, for the most part. Propped up on a few pillows so he's more sitting than lying, holding the medieval equivalent of a pudding cup with one hand and a little spoon with the other. It seems like he's doing more staring at it than actually eating when Istredd rolls up, and he's happy to lower them both down in favor of granting the man his attention.
He greets Istredd with a pleasant little wave with his spoon-hand. )
Hey, Istredd. They're... ( He glances down at one of his arms, at the spots mostly-covered by bandages, and shrugs a shoulder. ) Lesion-y. How about you?
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Jack's holed up comfortably, for the most part. Propped up on a few pillows so he's more sitting than lying, holding the medieval equivalent of a pudding cup with one hand and a little spoon with the other. It seems like he's doing more staring at it than actually eating when Istredd rolls up, and he's happy to lower them both down in favor of granting the man his attention.
He greets Istredd with a pleasant little wave with his spoon-hand. )
Hey, Istredd. They're... ( He glances down at one of his arms, at the spots mostly-covered by bandages, and shrugs a shoulder. ) Lesion-y. How about you?