[The bat is the calmest bat as it is picked up. Sure, the ears twitch a little, but that is it. The soft furry belly presses against Geralt's hand, and it is paired with a soft squeak of acknowledgement.
So it goes with the next bat. It flops around a little more, but it remains calm. And it weighs exactly the same as the last bat, suggesting that, perhaps, all of the bats weigh the same.
A few more bats flop onto the sofa, the idea of flying a bit exhausting to them at the moment.]
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So it goes with the next bat. It flops around a little more, but it remains calm. And it weighs exactly the same as the last bat, suggesting that, perhaps, all of the bats weigh the same.
A few more bats flop onto the sofa, the idea of flying a bit exhausting to them at the moment.]