[ He is not drunk. He can't speak as to the state of Alucard, but Geralt is satisfied with his ability to catch flying wreaths out of the air. He is, however, somewhat more suggestible than usual. Which—he'd like to point out it's not as though he agreed to feed Alucard to a nest of a wyverns. They were quietly taking measurements up until the...disruption.
This small activity has obviously exceeded its reach.
He reaches down to help Jaskier off the ground, where his friend has been taking cover for the past two minutes. His gaze flicks to Ciri, dishevelled but unharmed.
It's fine. The only casualties are a vase and Alucard's dignity. (Geralt will not address his own because it does not matter. He's moving on. As for Jaskier, the bard has long transcended quotidian concepts such as dignity.)
He tucks the wreath under one arm, picks up the scale and the (empty) jugs of ale, and nudges open the rooftop door with the heel of his boot. ] Dinner's in an hour.
[ Alucard is welcome to stay if he's willing to look all three of them in the eye over a pot of rabbit stew. ]
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This small activity has obviously exceeded its reach.
He reaches down to help Jaskier off the ground, where his friend has been taking cover for the past two minutes. His gaze flicks to Ciri, dishevelled but unharmed.
It's fine. The only casualties are a vase and Alucard's dignity. (Geralt will not address his own because it does not matter. He's moving on. As for Jaskier, the bard has long transcended quotidian concepts such as dignity.)
He tucks the wreath under one arm, picks up the scale and the (empty) jugs of ale, and nudges open the rooftop door with the heel of his boot. ] Dinner's in an hour.
[ Alucard is welcome to stay if he's willing to look all three of them in the eye over a pot of rabbit stew. ]