[ It takes nearly all of his concentration to keep this wound open, stretched and peeled bearing what he can to Queen Ellya's ministrations. Or will be. He knows that she makes a show for the sake of their guests, but it is up to him to ready their subject to her liking.
So he searches, invisible hands picking apart at the pieces of Geralt's soul with a fine scalpel, searing off small edges that are in the way of his field of view. He could make the procedure more pleasant, less rushed, but he knows that isn't the point. He searches as if he would a curse buried deep within the recesses of a person's being, except all he searches for here are the stronghold's of Geralt's mind.
He finds one. After a time. ]
Yes, Your Majesty.
[ He shoves that scalpel through the base of his skill, upwards to where memories are locked. It's a journey from where he opened up Geralt at the torso, but there are usually less...defenses in those parts of the body.
But he meets resistance. A slight flinch in his brow. ]
apologies for the delay my queen and loyal experiments
So he searches, invisible hands picking apart at the pieces of Geralt's soul with a fine scalpel, searing off small edges that are in the way of his field of view. He could make the procedure more pleasant, less rushed, but he knows that isn't the point. He searches as if he would a curse buried deep within the recesses of a person's being, except all he searches for here are the stronghold's of Geralt's mind.
He finds one. After a time. ]
Yes, Your Majesty.
[ He shoves that scalpel through the base of his skill, upwards to where memories are locked. It's a journey from where he opened up Geralt at the torso, but there are usually less...defenses in those parts of the body.
But he meets resistance. A slight flinch in his brow. ]
It may take a moment.