[ He snorts at that. It says something that he does not immediately reach for the opportunity to tell Jaskier what kind of idiot he thinks may do so. He curls his healing fingers around the stem of a yellow dandelion. Plucks it. The smell here is sweet, grassy, masking the stench of sweat and dirt and piss in the city.
The potion has helped. It's only that a potion made for human consumption will never match the strength of the elixirs his body has been made to absorb. It isn't important. He's healing, day by day. The pain is not what keeps him awake at night. Not really. Though he can admit it's not helped either. Pain and, worse than that, the fucking incessant itching as his skin knits together.
He listens to Jaskier speak and complain in equal quantities, the smallest curl to his lips. Only when Jaskier mentions that fruit does not rot in his hands does Geralt look over. He raises an eyebrow. ]
I thought it was a new spell you learned. [ Another thing Jaskier has been granted without asking? That's. Unusual. He has noticed, though. As early as the days after the wraiths, when Jaskier had picked up a days old loaf of bread and it'd tasted freshly baked.
Only now does it strike Geralt that— ] You didn't realize?
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The potion has helped. It's only that a potion made for human consumption will never match the strength of the elixirs his body has been made to absorb. It isn't important. He's healing, day by day. The pain is not what keeps him awake at night. Not really. Though he can admit it's not helped either. Pain and, worse than that, the fucking incessant itching as his skin knits together.
He listens to Jaskier speak and complain in equal quantities, the smallest curl to his lips. Only when Jaskier mentions that fruit does not rot in his hands does Geralt look over. He raises an eyebrow. ]
I thought it was a new spell you learned. [ Another thing Jaskier has been granted without asking? That's. Unusual. He has noticed, though. As early as the days after the wraiths, when Jaskier had picked up a days old loaf of bread and it'd tasted freshly baked.
Only now does it strike Geralt that— ] You didn't realize?