[ While Jaskier heals himself, Geralt returns to the bodies strewn on the ground. He digs through their pockets, coming up with nothing but scraps -- until the faun, a folded letter tucked away. He takes it without opening it yet. Later. When there's time.
They are, in fact, going to leave them there. What else are they going to do? Bury them? Geralt lets his pace answer the question, leaving the alleyway behind. ]
I followed them. [ He glances sidelong at Jaskier. The bard looks like shit, but he'll be okay. They just need to get home. ] You could've gotten killed.
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They are, in fact, going to leave them there. What else are they going to do? Bury them? Geralt lets his pace answer the question, leaving the alleyway behind. ]
I followed them. [ He glances sidelong at Jaskier. The bard looks like shit, but he'll be okay. They just need to get home. ] You could've gotten killed.