[ It's rare that Geralt feels awkward, and he doesn't now, exactly, but he. Actually isn't sure what to do with this boy. If it were anyone else, he'd have moved on, but Peter is Sam's...he can't say. Someone Sam is clearly protective over. He knows the feeling. And Peter appears to be less than prepared to go scrambling around the desert.
He pauses. Then he sighs, bending down to unstrap the sheathe holding a dagger in his boot. He holds it out. ] Don't lose it.
[ Forgoing a larger weapon is understandable; they're costly to come by. A knife is another matter. What if he gets tangled in something?
In any case.
In answer, Geralt produces a sizeable stinger that's been tidily sliced off the end of a tail. Peter's free to take it if he wants to look. It can't sting anymore. ]
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He pauses. Then he sighs, bending down to unstrap the sheathe holding a dagger in his boot. He holds it out. ] Don't lose it.
[ Forgoing a larger weapon is understandable; they're costly to come by. A knife is another matter. What if he gets tangled in something?
In any case.
In answer, Geralt produces a sizeable stinger that's been tidily sliced off the end of a tail. Peter's free to take it if he wants to look. It can't sting anymore. ]
How long have you been climbing out here?