[ The strange glow receives a look, but no comment. After everything he's seen in the Horizon, a glowing chopping blade gets a pass.
At the name, he pauses a split second before continuing with his task. She'd made no indication that she's aware of what occurred between him and the elf, when he'd arrived, but given how fondly Estinien had spoken of her, he can't imagine they wouldn't have spoken about it. Not that it concerns him, much. She's more even-tempered than her friend and he came to Sam's gathering explicitly upon the man's request to keep tensions from getting out of hand. It's actually the sole reason he's agreed to it. After his run-in with Yennefer recently, the Horizon is the last place he wants to be. ]
Mm. [ He slides some of the cubed venison onto a waiting platter. ] I doubt he knows what to afford himself.
[ It's not said with judgment, but it is a pointed statement. There's obviously something Estinien is struggling with when so much of what he'd said during their conversation had been conflicting—almost as though he couldn't decide how he wanted to be perceived from one moment to the next. The only consistent thing had been his persistence in throwing his bullshit at the Witcher's feet. Like if he were stubborn enough, Geralt might finally take the bait.
Interesting, maybe. And equally a test of his fucking patience. He's neither the time nor inclination to put up with—any of that. Not his job. Certainly not at the expense of the few people he gives a damn about. Avoiding being baited into fights that don't need to happen is what he's spent his entire life doing. As much instinct, these days, as it is a conscious decision. ]
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At the name, he pauses a split second before continuing with his task. She'd made no indication that she's aware of what occurred between him and the elf, when he'd arrived, but given how fondly Estinien had spoken of her, he can't imagine they wouldn't have spoken about it. Not that it concerns him, much. She's more even-tempered than her friend and he came to Sam's gathering explicitly upon the man's request to keep tensions from getting out of hand. It's actually the sole reason he's agreed to it. After his run-in with Yennefer recently, the Horizon is the last place he wants to be. ]
Mm. [ He slides some of the cubed venison onto a waiting platter. ] I doubt he knows what to afford himself.
[ It's not said with judgment, but it is a pointed statement. There's obviously something Estinien is struggling with when so much of what he'd said during their conversation had been conflicting—almost as though he couldn't decide how he wanted to be perceived from one moment to the next. The only consistent thing had been his persistence in throwing his bullshit at the Witcher's feet. Like if he were stubborn enough, Geralt might finally take the bait.
Interesting, maybe. And equally a test of his fucking patience. He's neither the time nor inclination to put up with—any of that. Not his job. Certainly not at the expense of the few people he gives a damn about. Avoiding being baited into fights that don't need to happen is what he's spent his entire life doing. As much instinct, these days, as it is a conscious decision. ]