Claude is making an effort, but the wound is deep and any movement fucking hurts. It's fine. He already held it open a few days ago for Ciri to slice all the thorns out of it. Nothing will top that unpleasantness for the next while. And if not for the brief healing he'd received from Julie earlier, he might've said fuck it and cauterized the wound.
Better that he needn't do so. ]
No. [ No. It's not that. ] We just learned to take care of ourselves.
[ The closest he ever got to a healer available was Nenneke. Maybe Vesemir, who knew how to roughly patch up a cracked skull with an elixir and bed rest. He's knocked on the doors of healers before when desperate—from the village peller to a druid—but whether they'll take a Witcher in and for how much coin is fickle at best.
The only one he can rely on is himself. Was. He supposes things are different these days. ]
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Claude is making an effort, but the wound is deep and any movement fucking hurts. It's fine. He already held it open a few days ago for Ciri to slice all the thorns out of it. Nothing will top that unpleasantness for the next while. And if not for the brief healing he'd received from Julie earlier, he might've said fuck it and cauterized the wound.
Better that he needn't do so. ]
No. [ No. It's not that. ] We just learned to take care of ourselves.
[ The closest he ever got to a healer available was Nenneke. Maybe Vesemir, who knew how to roughly patch up a cracked skull with an elixir and bed rest. He's knocked on the doors of healers before when desperate—from the village peller to a druid—but whether they'll take a Witcher in and for how much coin is fickle at best.
The only one he can rely on is himself. Was. He supposes things are different these days. ]