[ He doesn't, actually, which is a part of it. His tolerance for pain is notably higher, though it isn't as though it doesn't fucking hurt. He's just restless, and he sleeps even more like shit than usual. His injuries are the least of what's bothering him.
The complete avoidance of his question goes noticed, but remains unremarked upon. In return, Geralt chooses not to answer until he's fully satisfied with the workmanship on his blade. He slips it inside the thick leather case that obscures most of the weapon, other than a glimpse of its pommel—though despite the strap that's clearly meant to sling over his shoulder, Geralt simply carries it at his side. ]
If you mean to follow me home, just know I don't feed strays.
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The complete avoidance of his question goes noticed, but remains unremarked upon. In return, Geralt chooses not to answer until he's fully satisfied with the workmanship on his blade. He slips it inside the thick leather case that obscures most of the weapon, other than a glimpse of its pommel—though despite the strap that's clearly meant to sling over his shoulder, Geralt simply carries it at his side. ]
If you mean to follow me home, just know I don't feed strays.