[ Geralt shrugs, noncommittal. ] Assuming he found it.
[ Who says anyone found it? They're mages, aren't they? Creating things with magic is what they do, and as far as he can tell, this illness has persisted for decades. The strain has not mutated nor adapted. Isn't that what nature does? Change over time?
But he isn't an expert, so he says nothing more on it. It's only a passing thought. Instead, his attention is caught by the way Istredd poses the question. He raises an eyebrow. This is not the first time Istredd has prodded him about John. Geralt is not exactly hiding their relationship; they've been together each month in Nocwich, and not all of their time has been spent sequestered in their room. He just doesn't think there's a damn thing to talk about.
He is, however, a touch curious about why Istredd wants to know. Or is the mage simply being nosy? ]
no subject
[ Who says anyone found it? They're mages, aren't they? Creating things with magic is what they do, and as far as he can tell, this illness has persisted for decades. The strain has not mutated nor adapted. Isn't that what nature does? Change over time?
But he isn't an expert, so he says nothing more on it. It's only a passing thought. Instead, his attention is caught by the way Istredd poses the question. He raises an eyebrow. This is not the first time Istredd has prodded him about John. Geralt is not exactly hiding their relationship; they've been together each month in Nocwich, and not all of their time has been spent sequestered in their room. He just doesn't think there's a damn thing to talk about.
He is, however, a touch curious about why Istredd wants to know. Or is the mage simply being nosy? ]
We enjoy each other's company.