[ A long stretch of silence passes. Geralt is still gripping the crate, but he's ceased trying to give it to her, as though he has foregone all other actions to process what she's saying. (She sounds like Jaskier, which probably says something Geralt will not be examining at this time.)
A little colo—
He sighs. ]
Hilda. You realize I kill things. [ He finally completes the motion of holding the crate out to her. His mind briefly flashes back to Sam's struggle with the informal formal invitations. ] I haven't even got all ten nails.
[ He may have torn one or two off between the abduction and the escape on the mountain. It's fine. Nails grow back. ]
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A little colo—
He sighs. ]
Hilda. You realize I kill things. [ He finally completes the motion of holding the crate out to her. His mind briefly flashes back to Sam's struggle with the informal formal invitations. ] I haven't even got all ten nails.
[ He may have torn one or two off between the abduction and the escape on the mountain. It's fine. Nails grow back. ]