[ Has he? He supposes he has. It's been, nearly a year now? He remembers the tunnels, up on that mountain. Of those he met during his first days here, only two or so remain.
The idea that Sam, too, could be taken at any moment—he tries not to think about it. ]
Could be worse. [ There's the smallest tilt to his lips.
His attention lands on the half-constructed bed. Geralt gives the vague grunt of a man who does not want to assign any importance to this thing he is making which is, in fact, of some significance. ]
Jaskier came home with a...pet. [ Which needed a bed. So here he is. Making it a damn bed. ]
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The idea that Sam, too, could be taken at any moment—he tries not to think about it. ]
Could be worse. [ There's the smallest tilt to his lips.
His attention lands on the half-constructed bed. Geralt gives the vague grunt of a man who does not want to assign any importance to this thing he is making which is, in fact, of some significance. ]
Jaskier came home with a...pet. [ Which needed a bed. So here he is. Making it a damn bed. ]