[ Geralt huffs, a quiet acknowledgement. ] Don't we all.
[ It doesn't escape him she had not meant to say it. His eyes flick between her fidgeting hands, the apprehensive slant of her gaze. She's new, that much he's certain. Lost, perhaps? In the crowd and these politics of a world she likely doesn't understand? Or is it just he himself that unnerves her?
He sets the bottle in his hands down on a nearby stump, a polite distance between them. ]
Not exactly. I was, ah. [ How to phrase it. He folds his arms across his chest and leans back against the stone pillar. ] Untangling a friend. I've hunted less vicious boars.
[ He's not serious. But the birds are belligerent as fuck. ]
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[ It doesn't escape him she had not meant to say it. His eyes flick between her fidgeting hands, the apprehensive slant of her gaze. She's new, that much he's certain. Lost, perhaps? In the crowd and these politics of a world she likely doesn't understand? Or is it just he himself that unnerves her?
He sets the bottle in his hands down on a nearby stump, a polite distance between them. ]
Not exactly. I was, ah. [ How to phrase it. He folds his arms across his chest and leans back against the stone pillar. ] Untangling a friend. I've hunted less vicious boars.
[ He's not serious. But the birds are belligerent as fuck. ]