[ it is a suitable guise to enter his room, yes, and it wasn't that long ago that the only reason she would have taken up said work would have been to see him. this time, though, she has already been here - in and out of the makeshift hospital, working with the nurses and mages, delivering supplies and helping administer work wherever she can. it had been easy to slip into his room because she's already been doing this with others, has already been helping with other summoned, but.
it's different with geralt, it always has been. and as much as she might try to appear unaffected, like this is simply another stop and another job and more work, she finds herself too tense. perched on the very edge of a cliffside that she's not sure she'll survive if she fell.
still, she offers the small vial. still, she waits to see if he'll take it or refuse it. still, she isn't able to find it in herself to step away. so she doesn't, and instead lets her eyes wander as he swallows back the potion, taking stock of the injuries she can see and the level of which must exist under the surface. despite it all, she does feel the urge to touch, to reach out and be sure of what she's seeing, and geralt can probably tell as much by the way she has to curl her fingers into her palms at her sides. ]
Growths- you mean from the ceremony? Whatever plant they made you eat? [ it does not surprise her that if anyone would find a way to remove the growths, if anyone would be willing to have such a degree of it cut out of them, it would be geralt. part of her does assume it is ciri, because she's not certain that ciri would let anyone else get that close, but she finds she doesn't need the confirmation either way. ]
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it's different with geralt, it always has been. and as much as she might try to appear unaffected, like this is simply another stop and another job and more work, she finds herself too tense. perched on the very edge of a cliffside that she's not sure she'll survive if she fell.
still, she offers the small vial. still, she waits to see if he'll take it or refuse it. still, she isn't able to find it in herself to step away. so she doesn't, and instead lets her eyes wander as he swallows back the potion, taking stock of the injuries she can see and the level of which must exist under the surface. despite it all, she does feel the urge to touch, to reach out and be sure of what she's seeing, and geralt can probably tell as much by the way she has to curl her fingers into her palms at her sides. ]
Growths- you mean from the ceremony? Whatever plant they made you eat? [ it does not surprise her that if anyone would find a way to remove the growths, if anyone would be willing to have such a degree of it cut out of them, it would be geralt. part of her does assume it is ciri, because she's not certain that ciri would let anyone else get that close, but she finds she doesn't need the confirmation either way. ]
How did you escape?