[ So it goes. A stubborn woman. He knows that one well. The sound he makes is not quite a chuckle, but it's as close to one as Geralt ever gives. ]
Leg must've been in a dire state.
[ For the man to accept help, he means. Sandor does not strike him as somebody who casually lets a healer close. Or what he presumes must be a healer.
While the other man sits, Geralt gathers. The work is thoughtless; in truth, he could leave this place and the birds right now, but he's already here. And where their other visits have been a simple matter of politics, this is. More.
So he continues to ignore the ravens and the coloured dust staining his fingers, and when a crystal proves too tenacious, he doesn't hesitate to extend a sharpened claw to pry it loose. ]
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Leg must've been in a dire state.
[ For the man to accept help, he means. Sandor does not strike him as somebody who casually lets a healer close. Or what he presumes must be a healer.
While the other man sits, Geralt gathers. The work is thoughtless; in truth, he could leave this place and the birds right now, but he's already here. And where their other visits have been a simple matter of politics, this is. More.
So he continues to ignore the ravens and the coloured dust staining his fingers, and when a crystal proves too tenacious, he doesn't hesitate to extend a sharpened claw to pry it loose. ]