[ Geralt gives a snap glance over his shoulder—wants to make sure soldiers'll not interrupt—then helps move Dean several paces away. Enough to be clear of the choking fumes and heat.
He crouches in front of Dean. A squint. That cough sounds like shit. He can hear the difference between a cough that comes from needing air and one that says Dean's inhaled something dangerous. He tips Dean's chin up, stares him in the eyes to check his pupils. Glassy. Red. ]
Ciri's bringing a healer.
[ She'll be here soon. In the meantime, Geralt unhooks a flask of water and passes it over expectantly. Drink. He has a dozen questions, none of which he's asking yet. He'll wait until Dean isn't struggling to take a breath.
He indicates Dean's leg. His instinct is to say the injury isn't too severe seeing as he's pulled the man a good distance, but the fact that Dean's willing to move around on it doesn't tell him much. He knows the type. (He's the same.) ] Is it fractured?
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He crouches in front of Dean. A squint. That cough sounds like shit. He can hear the difference between a cough that comes from needing air and one that says Dean's inhaled something dangerous. He tips Dean's chin up, stares him in the eyes to check his pupils. Glassy. Red. ]
Ciri's bringing a healer.
[ She'll be here soon. In the meantime, Geralt unhooks a flask of water and passes it over expectantly. Drink. He has a dozen questions, none of which he's asking yet. He'll wait until Dean isn't struggling to take a breath.
He indicates Dean's leg. His instinct is to say the injury isn't too severe seeing as he's pulled the man a good distance, but the fact that Dean's willing to move around on it doesn't tell him much. He knows the type. (He's the same.) ] Is it fractured?