( It takes him two full blinks to focus properly on Geralt's eyes while he's being given the once-over, and frankly, it's a testament to how many miles they have under their belt that they're instinctively a little reassuring rather than uncomfortable, no stutter-start in cognition. Go back in time a year and tell him he'd feel that way after seeing yellow eyes in a house fire, and watch him laugh himself straight back into the flames.
He takes the flask. Chugs a mouthful, but uses some of that unfortunate restraint to swish it around and spit it out onto the ground first — taking with it ash, dirt, and blood. Barely a beat later, it's back on his lips, and he chugs half the damn thing before he's got to reel it away to keep from choking on it through another cough.
He shakes his leg at the question. Swallows twice, then croaks out an annoyed-sounding: )
Burnt.
( What he means is, just burnt, I'm fine.
Another glug of water, and then he finally fixes a properly attentive look at Geralt. )
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He takes the flask. Chugs a mouthful, but uses some of that unfortunate restraint to swish it around and spit it out onto the ground first — taking with it ash, dirt, and blood. Barely a beat later, it's back on his lips, and he chugs half the damn thing before he's got to reel it away to keep from choking on it through another cough.
He shakes his leg at the question. Swallows twice, then croaks out an annoyed-sounding: )
Burnt.
( What he means is, just burnt, I'm fine.
Another glug of water, and then he finally fixes a properly attentive look at Geralt. )
How the hell'd you even get here?