And what shape is that? [ Geralt lifts an eyebrow. ] A puddle of viscera?
[ He stands with Nero, unfazed by the blood and gore stuck to the man. Or the dead monster on the ground. He steps around it, curious if his gifted basilisk has made an appearance more than once. It has not escaped his notice that Nero created an arena to kill beasts in and a van that travels with him. That's home, for Nero.
Having learned Nero does not drink (something he'll not ever comprehend), Geralt offers instead the dish Nero introduced him to before shit went sideways into the fucking moon: a hotdog, topped with the liquid cheese and crunchy pieces. ]
Mm-hm. [ Geralt adds nothing further, but the doubt that colours his tone is evident. Nero's physical well-being is not what he's questioning.
But they needn't talk about it. He isn't Sam. He's simply here to be here. Nero, he thinks, will broach the topic on his own, given the room to do so. ]
no subject
[ He stands with Nero, unfazed by the blood and gore stuck to the man. Or the dead monster on the ground. He steps around it, curious if his gifted basilisk has made an appearance more than once. It has not escaped his notice that Nero created an arena to kill beasts in and a van that travels with him. That's home, for Nero.
Having learned Nero does not drink (something he'll not ever comprehend), Geralt offers instead the dish Nero introduced him to before shit went sideways into the fucking moon: a hotdog, topped with the liquid cheese and crunchy pieces. ]
Mm-hm. [ Geralt adds nothing further, but the doubt that colours his tone is evident. Nero's physical well-being is not what he's questioning.
But they needn't talk about it. He isn't Sam. He's simply here to be here. Nero, he thinks, will broach the topic on his own, given the room to do so. ]