[ Some apprehension lingers in the air around him as the dragon changes, but unlike his own, it's a smooth transition without cracking bones and fallen teeth. There's no note of his nudity either way; Geralt doesn't bother with the courtesy of looking away nor does he seem to pay attention in the first place.
He grunts in reply. ]
And they call me a stubborn bastard.
[ Which he is, also. Between the two of them, they're at an impasse because Geralt's not leaving. Frankly, as much as he doesn't care to have his fucking time wasted, he cares even less for abandoning a man to bleed out. If he has to wait for him to pass out so he can just carry him off, so be it.
(He's starting to see why Jaskier has such a damn headache with him, but he's not about to admit that any time soon.) ]
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He grunts in reply. ]
And they call me a stubborn bastard.
[ Which he is, also. Between the two of them, they're at an impasse because Geralt's not leaving. Frankly, as much as he doesn't care to have his fucking time wasted, he cares even less for abandoning a man to bleed out. If he has to wait for him to pass out so he can just carry him off, so be it.
(He's starting to see why Jaskier has such a damn headache with him, but he's not about to admit that any time soon.) ]