[ He could and yet, he does not. He imagines if the boy is concerned, he's a good reason for it, and it is further none of Geralt's business. ]
You're a touch large to feast on. I wouldn't worry.
[ He scans the shelves, plucks up a loosely woven basket with his free hand, and swiftly traps the bird beneath it. Someone else can come retrieve the thing. ] No. Were you looking for something?
[ They've crossed paths here and there; impossible not to in a confined space, but Geralt avoids getting in the way of the healers. Still, if the boy has come by, it must be for more than the potential threat of a wayward pigeon.
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You're a touch large to feast on. I wouldn't worry.
[ He scans the shelves, plucks up a loosely woven basket with his free hand, and swiftly traps the bird beneath it. Someone else can come retrieve the thing. ] No. Were you looking for something?
[ They've crossed paths here and there; impossible not to in a confined space, but Geralt avoids getting in the way of the healers. Still, if the boy has come by, it must be for more than the potential threat of a wayward pigeon.
Inside its makeshift cage, the bird coos. ]