( Geralt assumes correctly — he very much is waiting to make sure he doesn't have to scoop a falling witcher, and very much does indeed flap up to join him once he's firmly settled on the next ledge. He might also faintly look a little annoyingly smug about it when he touches down, too. You know, because of who he is as a person. Unrepentantly obnoxious.
That smug look doesn't last long. )
You- you broke your back? As in- like, straight up your spine? How in the hell-
( -are you up and walking around right now, except he's assuming it has something to do with how Geralt's basically Wolverine, and even if he weren't, the singularity tends to do off-brand Diet versions of injuries sometimes, which is... nice, he guesses.
So he pivots the question halfway through asking it. )
-how'd you even manage that? What were you hunting, Godzilla?
no subject
That smug look doesn't last long. )
You- you broke your back? As in- like, straight up your spine? How in the hell-
( -are you up and walking around right now, except he's assuming it has something to do with how Geralt's basically Wolverine, and even if he weren't, the singularity tends to do off-brand Diet versions of injuries sometimes, which is... nice, he guesses.
So he pivots the question halfway through asking it. )
-how'd you even manage that? What were you hunting, Godzilla?