[ His head cocks to the side, eyes following the lance towards the bloodied ceknias. He crouches down and nudges its head. Shattered tooth. Hm. So that's why Dion was examining his arm. Seems there are some advantages to turning into stone, a condition Geralt has never asked about. Not his business.
Still. He has to wonder what might've caused it. An ailment from birth? A curse that came later? Is it still spreading or has the Singularity in this sphere intervened? ]
Men do have duller teeth. [ He pushes to his feet and sheathes his sword. He's fine. Just scrapes and bruises that will fade by morning. ] We should return.
[ As long as Dion can make it back on his wounded leg. Geralt waits before moving off—not wanting his companion to hit the ground out of sheer stubbornness.
If the lancer is expecting a lecture, one doesn't come. Injuries happen. Especially when you're surrounded by carnivorous antelope you've never seen. He should've fucking known this would not be a simple transport. When is it ever? The wagon's safe, at least. Leaving the Lunae to guard it was for the best, he knows, though he expects they may want to retrieve the woman's body. ]
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Still. He has to wonder what might've caused it. An ailment from birth? A curse that came later? Is it still spreading or has the Singularity in this sphere intervened? ]
Men do have duller teeth. [ He pushes to his feet and sheathes his sword. He's fine. Just scrapes and bruises that will fade by morning. ] We should return.
[ As long as Dion can make it back on his wounded leg. Geralt waits before moving off—not wanting his companion to hit the ground out of sheer stubbornness.
If the lancer is expecting a lecture, one doesn't come. Injuries happen. Especially when you're surrounded by carnivorous antelope you've never seen. He should've fucking known this would not be a simple transport. When is it ever? The wagon's safe, at least. Leaving the Lunae to guard it was for the best, he knows, though he expects they may want to retrieve the woman's body. ]