[ Before? Geralt pulls his sword out of its sheathe. Just to make sure it's not shrunk permanently. His hair is damp, and he can't help feeling as though his skin is still. Slimy. It's disconcerting. He wiggles his (no longer webbed) fingers.
True. They could've reformed without their clothes. At least those stayed put.
He frowns at Thancred. He recognizes that smile. It's the smile of a man who will receive significant mileage out of this one incident. Geralt puts his sword back, resigned to his fate. ]
Do not laugh. [ Furthermore: ] What do you mean, common? Is this a rite of passage for your people?
[ Himeka failed to mention becoming frogs was a thing in her world. ]
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True. They could've reformed without their clothes. At least those stayed put.
He frowns at Thancred. He recognizes that smile. It's the smile of a man who will receive significant mileage out of this one incident. Geralt puts his sword back, resigned to his fate. ]
Do not laugh. [ Furthermore: ] What do you mean, common? Is this a rite of passage for your people?
[ Himeka failed to mention becoming frogs was a thing in her world. ]