[ Less than useful, if you can't use it on yourself. He finishes cleaning it off. Ever since Ciri poked her blade in there, the thorns have not returned and it's finally stopped bleeding. But it's still deep. Frankly, he does need his arm.
Claude can at least be assured Geralt does not politely tell anybody to leave him alone. As long as he isn't saying to fuck off, he's probably giving it some thought.
After a moment, he digs out a small cloth pouch—improvised—lined with a layer of dried corn husk, tied off with a bootlace looted from somebody's dead foot. Some salve, made from what he gathered inside the cave and out here. He holds it out.
It isn't Nadine's potent elixirs, but it's something. ] I imagine you'll only move off until you find somebody who accepts.
[ May as well be him. He's one of three or four who can reliably hunt and navigate through these frosty slopes. ]
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[ Less than useful, if you can't use it on yourself. He finishes cleaning it off. Ever since Ciri poked her blade in there, the thorns have not returned and it's finally stopped bleeding. But it's still deep. Frankly, he does need his arm.
Claude can at least be assured Geralt does not politely tell anybody to leave him alone. As long as he isn't saying to fuck off, he's probably giving it some thought.
After a moment, he digs out a small cloth pouch—improvised—lined with a layer of dried corn husk, tied off with a bootlace looted from somebody's dead foot. Some salve, made from what he gathered inside the cave and out here. He holds it out.
It isn't Nadine's potent elixirs, but it's something. ] I imagine you'll only move off until you find somebody who accepts.
[ May as well be him. He's one of three or four who can reliably hunt and navigate through these frosty slopes. ]