[ A soft snort escapes him at that. He eyes the wound, trying to determine if sewing it close would be worthwhile. They'll return soon—and Geralt knows any trained healer will undo his indelicate work the instant they can. ]
Nobody expects manners from a Witcher. [ His lips twist wryly. ] Your Highness.
[ There's a sense Geralt is all too aware Dion isn't accustomed to being treated as a common soldier, and that this has changed precisely zero things about Geralt's behaviour.
He wipes the gore clean, packs the salve into the holes (probably not pleasant), and shakes out the strip of cloth. Then he begins to wind it around Dion's leg. His touch is not the softest, but nor is it as rough as one might expect. His work is tidy, at least—the edges of the cloth neatly tucked in. It will suffice until Dion finds a healer at the castle's infirmary. Since the man is in Thorne, Geralt isn't concerned.
He rises and offers Dion a hand up. The wolves will return shortly. He glances at the moon. The snow continues to drift, covering the wagon and the horses with a thin white layer. They've lost time, but in a land without sun, it hardly makes a difference. ]
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Nobody expects manners from a Witcher. [ His lips twist wryly. ] Your Highness.
[ There's a sense Geralt is all too aware Dion isn't accustomed to being treated as a common soldier, and that this has changed precisely zero things about Geralt's behaviour.
He wipes the gore clean, packs the salve into the holes (probably not pleasant), and shakes out the strip of cloth. Then he begins to wind it around Dion's leg. His touch is not the softest, but nor is it as rough as one might expect. His work is tidy, at least—the edges of the cloth neatly tucked in. It will suffice until Dion finds a healer at the castle's infirmary. Since the man is in Thorne, Geralt isn't concerned.
He rises and offers Dion a hand up. The wolves will return shortly. He glances at the moon. The snow continues to drift, covering the wagon and the horses with a thin white layer. They've lost time, but in a land without sun, it hardly makes a difference. ]
At least we've no need to worry about nightfall.