[ Pretty sure she heard that from Alphen a time or two. And the only reason he got away with it half the time was because the man literally could not feel pain. That said, Rinwell knows all too well that she herself makes for an awful patient. And just a visit to Roach can't be all bad, right?
The little owlet hops and glides from Roach's poll, coming to rest on the offered arm with the air of long practice, and there's some happy churrrrrrs as she tickles him under his beak. The smile from the mageling just for her owl is the brightest thing in the room for the short time it lasts, before it gets tucked away so she can face Geralt properly.
Bringing her arm to her chest, there's a fond look as Hootle backs up a little to rest against her, but he doesn't turn away from the strange human. Nervous, but brave today. A little like her, really. ]
Ciri and Jaskier had left to go find you, and it was just me. And..Well, I was feeling lonely. And just as I was missing him, poof! He just, appeared.
[ You all missed the floods of tears that little hugfest led to. She'll never speak of it. But it absolutely happened. ]
This is Hootle. Hootle, this is Geralt. He's one of the people I live with here. Roach is his horse.
[ There's a small headtilt as the bird considers this information, and the witcher it applies to; he really does seem to be processing it, far more like a very small child than an average animal. ]
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[ Pretty sure she heard that from Alphen a time or two. And the only reason he got away with it half the time was because the man literally could not feel pain. That said, Rinwell knows all too well that she herself makes for an awful patient. And just a visit to Roach can't be all bad, right?
The little owlet hops and glides from Roach's poll, coming to rest on the offered arm with the air of long practice, and there's some happy churrrrrrs as she tickles him under his beak. The smile from the mageling just for her owl is the brightest thing in the room for the short time it lasts, before it gets tucked away so she can face Geralt properly.
Bringing her arm to her chest, there's a fond look as Hootle backs up a little to rest against her, but he doesn't turn away from the strange human. Nervous, but brave today. A little like her, really. ]
Ciri and Jaskier had left to go find you, and it was just me. And..Well, I was feeling lonely. And just as I was missing him, poof! He just, appeared.
[ You all missed the floods of tears that little hugfest led to. She'll never speak of it. But it absolutely happened. ]
This is Hootle. Hootle, this is Geralt. He's one of the people I live with here. Roach is his horse.
[ There's a small headtilt as the bird considers this information, and the witcher it applies to; he really does seem to be processing it, far more like a very small child than an average animal. ]