[ If she does mention the wings later, she'll realize Geralt's aware of those, as well. One's nearly hit him in the face.
He's listening to Jayce speak even while talking to Ciri—habit—but it isn't until he's addressed that he turns around.
Concerning. Geralt's eyes shift to Jayce, then to the sky, as though he's had a very long fucking day and senses it's soon to get longer.
He moves around Dean. If it were up to him, he'd lay Dean on the ground and pinned him down before they started. In the most practical sense, it's simpler than waiting to grab some thrashing limbs. But Jayce is the one who knows what he's doing with his healing magic, and the one who runs the greatest risk of being struck in the face. So Geralt offers no input.
He can hear Dean's heartbeat, at any rate. Which is racing at the moment, uneven. Ciri offers confirmation; Geralt only waits, silent. ]
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He's listening to Jayce speak even while talking to Ciri—habit—but it isn't until he's addressed that he turns around.
Concerning. Geralt's eyes shift to Jayce, then to the sky, as though he's had a very long fucking day and senses it's soon to get longer.
He moves around Dean. If it were up to him, he'd lay Dean on the ground and pinned him down before they started. In the most practical sense, it's simpler than waiting to grab some thrashing limbs. But Jayce is the one who knows what he's doing with his healing magic, and the one who runs the greatest risk of being struck in the face. So Geralt offers no input.
He can hear Dean's heartbeat, at any rate. Which is racing at the moment, uneven. Ciri offers confirmation; Geralt only waits, silent. ]