[ Mm-hm. He looks down at the gryphon, ears twitching lazily. Plenty of strange shit in this world, but a domesticated miniature predator is the strangest. Then again. There've always been cats.
At least the gryphon doesn't hiss at him and flee. ]
I'm trembling.
[ He watches Jaskier for a moment. The buzz of the market square hums in the background. He isn't sure how he feels. Something...weighted, in his chest, when Jaskier says settle in. He knows what he decided. He knows what they all agreed. But even when he'd never realized his place could be anywhere except on the Continent, he hadn't settled. Settling was for those who were not Witchers. Now he has. All this. More to lose, but more that he's gained, too.
He lifts the crate off the table and pushes it underneath to join the rest of the empty ones. ] I'm working on it. [ Comfort means little to him, but he doesn't want Rinwell and Ciri and Jaskier crammed into a narrow box of a room, either. Their lodgings were the best they could do when they first came to Cadens—pockets empty except for the rings and some coin Jaskier had stolen off a few frozen guards. It's past that now. Besides, Sam's space isn't exactly empty anymore for him to linger at when it's too crowded.
He straightens up. Speaking of, he does need to look in on Sam. And that...board. ] Try not to feed all your newly earned coin into spoiling your new friend.
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At least the gryphon doesn't hiss at him and flee. ]
I'm trembling.
[ He watches Jaskier for a moment. The buzz of the market square hums in the background. He isn't sure how he feels. Something...weighted, in his chest, when Jaskier says settle in. He knows what he decided. He knows what they all agreed. But even when he'd never realized his place could be anywhere except on the Continent, he hadn't settled. Settling was for those who were not Witchers. Now he has. All this. More to lose, but more that he's gained, too.
He lifts the crate off the table and pushes it underneath to join the rest of the empty ones. ] I'm working on it. [ Comfort means little to him, but he doesn't want Rinwell and Ciri and Jaskier crammed into a narrow box of a room, either. Their lodgings were the best they could do when they first came to Cadens—pockets empty except for the rings and some coin Jaskier had stolen off a few frozen guards. It's past that now. Besides, Sam's space isn't exactly empty anymore for him to linger at when it's too crowded.
He straightens up. Speaking of, he does need to look in on Sam. And that...board. ] Try not to feed all your newly earned coin into spoiling your new friend.