[ Tomorrow. It'll give them both something to do, to step away from this place and into the market. Part of him can't help but feel the walls pressing in. Doesn't matter how accommodating Sam is; Geralt's far more used to being alone in vast spaces.
As for liquor— ]
No. [ He reaches into a cupboard to remove a bottle of vodka. It's topped up enough, but the cork's pushed in half-heartedly, as though someone's clearly already gotten into it and intends to do so again soon. (It's him. He's someone.) Geralt offers it to her. ] But I did.
[ He may or may not have slipped into the tavern next door some time last night or early this morning. Eating all of Sam's food is one thing, but drinking all of the man's liquor feels a step too far. ]
Think the bard could use some now that he's learned he's not to attend his own burial? [ He isn't asking Ciri how she is or how Jaskier is doing; he heard it, their talk, and Ciri understands that he has. That she will be all right given some time. There isn't much to discuss past that, and he especially doesn't want to make her go over that conversation a second time with him. Jaskier imagining he's been dead this entire time, though—honestly. What the fuck. ]
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As for liquor— ]
No. [ He reaches into a cupboard to remove a bottle of vodka. It's topped up enough, but the cork's pushed in half-heartedly, as though someone's clearly already gotten into it and intends to do so again soon. (It's him. He's someone.) Geralt offers it to her. ] But I did.
[ He may or may not have slipped into the tavern next door some time last night or early this morning. Eating all of Sam's food is one thing, but drinking all of the man's liquor feels a step too far. ]
Think the bard could use some now that he's learned he's not to attend his own burial? [ He isn't asking Ciri how she is or how Jaskier is doing; he heard it, their talk, and Ciri understands that he has. That she will be all right given some time. There isn't much to discuss past that, and he especially doesn't want to make her go over that conversation a second time with him. Jaskier imagining he's been dead this entire time, though—honestly. What the fuck. ]