[ Geralt, meanwhile, possess about as much decorum as a wild muskrat; he looks naturally out of place in a room full of books and marble floors etched with gold, though there's a sense he isn't bothered by how little he belongs as he moves towards Urianger.
For such a tall figure, the elf hid himself well. ]
No. Just thought I'd see if you were still alive. [ The words are dry, but his concern for Urianger's is genuine. ] They wouldn't let me wander to visit back in Nocwich.
[ He'd managed to see Ciri—no amount of berating nurses could've kept him from her—but besides that, he'd stayed in bed. Mostly. It was less out of compliance and more because he really did fucking hurt all over. Felt like he took longer than usual to recover, too. He'll blame it on whatever substance they were force-fed, but fuck.
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For such a tall figure, the elf hid himself well. ]
No. Just thought I'd see if you were still alive. [ The words are dry, but his concern for Urianger's is genuine. ] They wouldn't let me wander to visit back in Nocwich.
[ He'd managed to see Ciri—no amount of berating nurses could've kept him from her—but besides that, he'd stayed in bed. Mostly. It was less out of compliance and more because he really did fucking hurt all over. Felt like he took longer than usual to recover, too. He'll blame it on whatever substance they were force-fed, but fuck.
Perhaps he is getting old. ]