[ Is that what this is? Geralt sighs, but it's not without a note of fondness. If it were anyone else, he'd have waved them off—he's had more than enough fussing lately—but he finds he can't say no to Ciri. So he sits up, leaning forward.
He takes the water. His fingers have grown less stiff, though the nails are just beginning to heal from where they've torn. ]
I'm not the only one who needs rest.
[ He knows she's been up day and night, worrying about him. She's right, though: dragging himself into a bath is a monumental effort he's yet to want to exert. Especially because it means someone will have to redo his bandages afterwards. He'll take care of it later. After he's dosed on some pain relievers, or a good amount of liquor. ]
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He takes the water. His fingers have grown less stiff, though the nails are just beginning to heal from where they've torn. ]
I'm not the only one who needs rest.
[ He knows she's been up day and night, worrying about him. She's right, though: dragging himself into a bath is a monumental effort he's yet to want to exert. Especially because it means someone will have to redo his bandages afterwards. He'll take care of it later. After he's dosed on some pain relievers, or a good amount of liquor. ]