[ It's really just mulled wine. Geralt appears to be drinking the same as the hall steadily warms—as much as it ever can.
He's been waiting to see if Eddie's heart will slow, now that they're pulled away from those unnerving set of stairs. It hasn't. There's another beat, and something in Geralt's demeanour softens. Perhaps he's come to expect most of the Summoned to take things in stride, whether that's him, the fortress, the oddities of the Horizon. They've all seen...
A little too much. It's been awhile since he's made anyone so nervous. ]
Nothing will hurt you while you're with me. I promise. [ He gives a vague indication towards the general condition of the keep. ] Memories bleeding through, I suppose. It'll pass.
[ Probably. He'll put things back as they were if not. ]
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He's been waiting to see if Eddie's heart will slow, now that they're pulled away from those unnerving set of stairs. It hasn't. There's another beat, and something in Geralt's demeanour softens. Perhaps he's come to expect most of the Summoned to take things in stride, whether that's him, the fortress, the oddities of the Horizon. They've all seen...
A little too much. It's been awhile since he's made anyone so nervous. ]
Nothing will hurt you while you're with me. I promise. [ He gives a vague indication towards the general condition of the keep. ] Memories bleeding through, I suppose. It'll pass.
[ Probably. He'll put things back as they were if not. ]