[ Look, the problem is not monsterfucking, Julie would like to be very clear on that. Fucking monsters is perfectly fine as long as the monsters are into it, and as long as they do not look like big, conscious rocks with tails. Or, if they do, they have to be smart enough to not get repeatedly hit by boats.

These are official rules and Geralt is free to take them back to Kaer Morhen to be written in monster guides or whatever. ]

I don't know if I'd call it alchemy. Ain't alchemy when you turn stuff into gold? With people eatin' animals they shouldn't, I guess we'd say it's traditional or folk medicine. Stuff that hasn't been proven to actually work. Like I said, it's mostly shit people are doin' to fuck better, or more or whatever.

[ She helps him up and through the door before she turns back to throw his clothes in with all the other bloody linens (she does not know where she's going to find more clothes in his size, so she's just trying as hard as she can to get the blood out), then grabs the mead and follows him back out to set it on the bedside table. ] Now, I'm not Nadine, so I'm not gonna tell you what you can and can't do while you're laid up, but I did promise Jaskier that I'd knock you clean out if you don't get enough rest.