[ Geralt raises an eyebrow. Claude doesn't look a day over thirty. He supposes human bodies are simply like that. Unless one is a mage. ]
Mm. A pain relief should do.
[ He likes the cold, truthfully; doesn't much feel it in his blood. But his bones are different, between the dampness and the frost, and he knows that that is just the cost of...all that's happened. Of surviving, perhaps.
Could be worse.
He accepts Claude's offering, turning it over in his hand. He's starting to consider if he'll have better luck in the Black Markets he's heard of. Jaskier tells him the Draconae merchants often trade there, and their physiology is much closer to his. Besides, it's not as though he can be easily poisoned. ]
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Mm. A pain relief should do.
[ He likes the cold, truthfully; doesn't much feel it in his blood. But his bones are different, between the dampness and the frost, and he knows that that is just the cost of...all that's happened. Of surviving, perhaps.
Could be worse.
He accepts Claude's offering, turning it over in his hand. He's starting to consider if he'll have better luck in the Black Markets he's heard of. Jaskier tells him the Draconae merchants often trade there, and their physiology is much closer to his. Besides, it's not as though he can be easily poisoned. ]
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