[Nero grits his teeth. With a pull, he jerks out of Geralt's grip, taking a step or two and then stopping. When he looks at it, it's like the light glows dimmer, and he gives it a second -- just one -- for the thought that Geralt might be keeping him from her to linger, but --
What'd be the point? Geralt doesn't know her.
He turns back to him. I'll come with you. Yeah. Yeah, all right. It's that offer that settles it.] Yeah, well, I'm not exactly a cabin expert.
[He's not back to himself; his tone's too quiet for it, but he is fucking cold whether or not he can freeze to death out here.] We can make a cave or something. Gotta be a big enough outcropping on this rock, right?
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What'd be the point? Geralt doesn't know her.
He turns back to him. I'll come with you. Yeah. Yeah, all right. It's that offer that settles it.] Yeah, well, I'm not exactly a cabin expert.
[He's not back to himself; his tone's too quiet for it, but he is fucking cold whether or not he can freeze to death out here.] We can make a cave or something. Gotta be a big enough outcropping on this rock, right?