Panic and fear are not rational playmates, and asking for any patience of Geralt feels akin to some level of forfeit she did not come into this day, no less the Horizon, ready to shed. But her heart is only starting to slow, and she takes a long deep breath in her nose. Takes that fist and opens it up, using both hands to rub her face, and she's right on the cusp of saying something like—
sorry
—when he speaks, and Jo snorts despite herself, not prepared for that at all.
For Geralt to be self-deprecating. It's raw, and she swallows around the space it leaves, startled up from who knows where. Jo licks her lips and lets her head finally come up if to rest it on the wall. There is that, she thinks, and doesn't know if she should be grateful for a segue of something like compassion or a reminder it could be worse.
(It could be. She could be dead again. Right here. Guts ripped open, blood pouring out of like a foundation.)
Jo swallows against dryness, sour sticking to the back of her tongue, blinking her eyes back dry by focusing on the bodies around them. The ground and the wall can't have anything worse on them than she already has all over her, and it is everywhere. Blood and black and fur. "Didn't have anything clean left to put it on."
no subject
and Jo snorts despite herself,
not prepared for that at all.
For Geralt to be self-deprecating. It's raw, and she swallows around the space it leaves, startled up from who knows where. Jo licks her lips and lets her head finally come up if to rest it on the wall. There is that, she thinks, and doesn't know if she should be grateful for a segue of something like compassion or a reminder it could be worse.
(It could be. She could be dead again. Right here.
Guts ripped open, blood pouring out of like a foundation.)
Jo swallows against dryness, sour sticking to the back of her tongue, blinking her eyes back dry by focusing on the bodies around them. The ground and the wall can't have anything worse on them than she already has all over her, and it is everywhere. Blood and black and fur. "Didn't have anything clean left to put it on."