[ "Stitched it how?" Geralt doesn't grasp what Jaskier means, and in the end, he doesn't ask. He can't take a look at his back himself, but it feels like it's just the largest of the wounds that's ripped. If any of the others have, they must be minor—or he simply can't feel it in the midst of everything else his body is protesting. ]
Nothing's internal. [ Nadine had sought the same, and his answer has not changed: if it has not felled him by now, then it will heal on its own, same as ever. And frankly, the day something internal needs critical attention, that's not a day he wants to see. He takes a moment to consider Sam's question; Sam is not wrong, in that Geralt responds to the directness more easily. Gives him something for his brain to focus on instead of trying to sort out all the extra words he doesn't need to hear. ] My knee. Heal that.
[ He'll take healing magic on that, if he has to choose one. It's a new injury, unlike his ribs, one he hasn't got a chance assess, and he. Prefers his knee intact. He needs it to walk. Something tells him the joint has merely been overworked, or he twisted it harder than he realized all the times he stumbled and nearly fell on his way to Nott.
What else? ] Supplies. In my bag.
[ Nadine's, but his own, too. Jaskier would understand, so he doesn't clarify. Jaskier has travelled alongside him, knows what he keeps on his horse at all times. ]
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Nothing's internal. [ Nadine had sought the same, and his answer has not changed: if it has not felled him by now, then it will heal on its own, same as ever. And frankly, the day something internal needs critical attention, that's not a day he wants to see. He takes a moment to consider Sam's question; Sam is not wrong, in that Geralt responds to the directness more easily. Gives him something for his brain to focus on instead of trying to sort out all the extra words he doesn't need to hear. ] My knee. Heal that.
[ He'll take healing magic on that, if he has to choose one. It's a new injury, unlike his ribs, one he hasn't got a chance assess, and he. Prefers his knee intact. He needs it to walk. Something tells him the joint has merely been overworked, or he twisted it harder than he realized all the times he stumbled and nearly fell on his way to Nott.
What else? ] Supplies. In my bag.
[ Nadine's, but his own, too. Jaskier would understand, so he doesn't clarify. Jaskier has travelled alongside him, knows what he keeps on his horse at all times. ]