[ What? Ah, shit. Of everyone to appear out of nowhere in the woods, he doesn't expect it to be a young woman.
Geralt sits up. Hmm. They haven't met, or if they have, it was too brief to recall. He doesn't quite apologize, though his expression softens. ]
I don't get cold. [ Well. Not anymore. The white pointed ears on his head suggest why that might be the case. His breath steams in the air. It's a pleasant night, in truth. The kind he'd normally be enjoying with a quiet walk. ] And I'm still alive. Thank you.
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Geralt sits up. Hmm. They haven't met, or if they have, it was too brief to recall. He doesn't quite apologize, though his expression softens. ]
I don't get cold. [ Well. Not anymore. The white pointed ears on his head suggest why that might be the case. His breath steams in the air. It's a pleasant night, in truth. The kind he'd normally be enjoying with a quiet walk. ] And I'm still alive. Thank you.