[ His expression is wary as he watches the entire thing, eyes flicking to Ciri for a second. He trusts Jayce. He's been subjected to healing through magic and potions alike. That's why he's wary. One never fucking knows how it might go.
Mm. Should've done it from the start. Geralt is lightning quick—grabbing Dean by the arms and holding him down. Keeping him pinned isn't the difficulty; it's doing it without injuring him—and there's a moment where Geralt almost thinks he hears a crack, one he doesn't think is more than a popping joint but he can't be certain. It's impossible to fully temper his grip, though. He doesn't let up until Dean stops struggling and Jayce has moved back.
He peers closely at Dean, a furrow etched into his brows. Looks over at Ciri to make sure she's fine in all of this, too, before he glances back. At least Dean's breathing normally again. Relatively. ]
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Mm. Should've done it from the start. Geralt is lightning quick—grabbing Dean by the arms and holding him down. Keeping him pinned isn't the difficulty; it's doing it without injuring him—and there's a moment where Geralt almost thinks he hears a crack, one he doesn't think is more than a popping joint but he can't be certain. It's impossible to fully temper his grip, though. He doesn't let up until Dean stops struggling and Jayce has moved back.
He peers closely at Dean, a furrow etched into his brows. Looks over at Ciri to make sure she's fine in all of this, too, before he glances back. At least Dean's breathing normally again. Relatively. ]
You're okay?