[ His fingers curl around the cup. The thought of another healer coming by nearly makes him wince. ] I don't need anyone else jabbing at me.
[ He doesn't mean to sound so curt. It's just—he's tired of being looked over, examined, healed with spells and herbs. He's done it twice and that's plenty. That's enough. He's all right from here. He's not on the brink of death. He can't think of what else a healer can do except wrap him up further, especially with the lack of magic and mages in Cadens, and he doesn't care about preventing lasting scars. What's a few more to him?
Later, he might actually submit to the offer. Right now, all he wants is more sleep and to be left alone. ]
You know I wouldn't take it. [ Yeah. That crystal potion. It's perfectly fine on Jaskier, who does not have a wealth of nightmares in his head. Geralt has no desire to experience a round of hallucinations just to speed up healing a couple of fractures and some open lashes.
His eyes flick towards Sam. They soften a hint. An edge of uncertainty lurks beneath, like he understands things changed and yet—Sam's still here, looking after him past the initial urgency, and he doesn't know what to do with that. ] You've done more than enough.
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[ He doesn't mean to sound so curt. It's just—he's tired of being looked over, examined, healed with spells and herbs. He's done it twice and that's plenty. That's enough. He's all right from here. He's not on the brink of death. He can't think of what else a healer can do except wrap him up further, especially with the lack of magic and mages in Cadens, and he doesn't care about preventing lasting scars. What's a few more to him?
Later, he might actually submit to the offer. Right now, all he wants is more sleep and to be left alone. ]
You know I wouldn't take it. [ Yeah. That crystal potion. It's perfectly fine on Jaskier, who does not have a wealth of nightmares in his head. Geralt has no desire to experience a round of hallucinations just to speed up healing a couple of fractures and some open lashes.
His eyes flick towards Sam. They soften a hint. An edge of uncertainty lurks beneath, like he understands things changed and yet—Sam's still here, looking after him past the initial urgency, and he doesn't know what to do with that. ] You've done more than enough.