[ He scoops up his miniature friend. Relief settles over him when Jaskier answers. Seems something must've knocked the bard unconscious, though he can't see what that could have been. And when he examines the little bird, it does not seem to bear any visible injuries. Had Jaskier flown into a tree?
Possible.
Geralt stands up with the sandpiper still in his palm. Then he bends down and scoops up Mog, too, tucking him under one arm. ]
Mm-hm. Ciri and Yen are all right. [ He simply hasn't located them yet, and has instructed them not to stray too far until he can track them down. ] These woods, do they remind you of someplace?
[ The Feywilds, is what he's thinking. The dark canopy of trees...those venomously bright cocoons. That is a concern. He can survive in any wilderness, but from everything he has learnt of the Fey, they do not like strangers encroaching on their territory, and he is not entirely certain they will be allowed to explain themselves. ]
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Possible.
Geralt stands up with the sandpiper still in his palm. Then he bends down and scoops up Mog, too, tucking him under one arm. ]
Mm-hm. Ciri and Yen are all right. [ He simply hasn't located them yet, and has instructed them not to stray too far until he can track them down. ] These woods, do they remind you of someplace?
[ The Feywilds, is what he's thinking. The dark canopy of trees...those venomously bright cocoons. That is a concern. He can survive in any wilderness, but from everything he has learnt of the Fey, they do not like strangers encroaching on their territory, and he is not entirely certain they will be allowed to explain themselves. ]