( Of course he sounds sincere, that god damn earnest son of a bitch and his earnest eyes. Doesn't make it much of a consolation, but hey, he appreciates the effort. Or, you know, he will. Later on, in hindsight, when things are a little less.
He breathes slowly.
Inhale. Exhale.
Feels his lungs slowly but surely clearing, the smoke fading into soft wisps like breath on a cold morning, until eventually things clear entirely. )
I'm good. I'm fine.
( He says to Ciri with a slow shake of his head, but it's meant for all of them. He shifts his way steadily back to upright again once the grip on him eases. Reaches out to give Jayce a slap on the arm in wordless gratitude, and spends the next minute or two just... catching his breath.
Eventually, he'll haul himself to his feet. Insist again that it's fine, that there's no need to fuss. He'll let the gang disperse — except for Geralt, who he grabs by the shoulder for a discussion off to the side. )
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He breathes slowly.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Feels his lungs slowly but surely clearing, the smoke fading into soft wisps like breath on a cold morning, until eventually things clear entirely. )
I'm good. I'm fine.
( He says to Ciri with a slow shake of his head, but it's meant for all of them. He shifts his way steadily back to upright again once the grip on him eases. Reaches out to give Jayce a slap on the arm in wordless gratitude, and spends the next minute or two just... catching his breath.
Eventually, he'll haul himself to his feet. Insist again that it's fine, that there's no need to fuss. He'll let the gang disperse — except for Geralt, who he grabs by the shoulder for a discussion off to the side. )