[ Talks a lot, doesn't he? Geralt is not so, and there's only silence for a long stretch afterwards. Men of this sort are not men he especially cares to share philosophy with. He knows the type: mutable, ever-shifting, with a silver tongue. As straightforward as a tangled vine.
Eventually, he hands back the flask. Might be some left; might not be. ]
I prefer not to speak. [ Of his companions, of much at all. He rises from the water, reaching casually for his towel. He steps out of the pool, and it's clear he's finished humouring what he's willing. ] You should try it.
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Eventually, he hands back the flask. Might be some left; might not be. ]
I prefer not to speak. [ Of his companions, of much at all. He rises from the water, reaching casually for his towel. He steps out of the pool, and it's clear he's finished humouring what he's willing. ] You should try it.