[Oh, how tempting it would be to ignore that helpful hand of Thancred's altogether, except: 1) He does not think he's being totally sarcastic about it and 2) it actually would be nice to not lug himself out of the wagon, plopping onto the ground like a piece of luggage. And so, with a very loud eyeroll, he takes the man's hand and eases out of the cart with a murmured thanks. Joke's on him, though; Stephen's pain provides immunity to that charming wink. For now, at least.
The state of his pride (and muscles) notwithstanding, he's only slightly trailing behind as they reconvene to where Yennefer's set up the device, feeling less stiff with each step. He stops and crosses his arms, watching without feeling the need to interrupt. That is, until the device itself bobs erratically, stuttering as its hour-glass shape flips in the opposite direction.
This is definitely not how things should be going. They've seen a correct installation of the thaumametors before now, and none acted this way.]
Well, that's great.
[Can nothing go smoothly? Of course not, why does he even waste micromeasurements of energy wondering if it ever will? Stephen unfolds his arms, stepping closer, casting his eyes about for any interference. He sees none, other than a blast of cold chill that sends the device jittering again.]
We're pretty far removed from a lab setting. Maybe it was just a matter of time.
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The state of his pride (and muscles) notwithstanding, he's only slightly trailing behind as they reconvene to where Yennefer's set up the device, feeling less stiff with each step. He stops and crosses his arms, watching without feeling the need to interrupt. That is, until the device itself bobs erratically, stuttering as its hour-glass shape flips in the opposite direction.
This is definitely not how things should be going. They've seen a correct installation of the thaumametors before now, and none acted this way.]
Well, that's great.
[Can nothing go smoothly? Of course not, why does he even waste micromeasurements of energy wondering if it ever will? Stephen unfolds his arms, stepping closer, casting his eyes about for any interference. He sees none, other than a blast of cold chill that sends the device jittering again.]
We're pretty far removed from a lab setting. Maybe it was just a matter of time.