[ Geralt has spent a while existing in the fringiest fringes of society, here, he's exhausted. He could press on, but it's much better to just turn into warmed-up boneless sludge for a while, since the opportunity exists. He just has to bury his distrust of magic and force himself not to wonder where the water's coming from. ]
I wonder of mermaids speak the same language everywhere, [ he murmurs, and then pries his eyes back open at her question. ]
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I wonder of mermaids speak the same language everywhere, [ he murmurs, and then pries his eyes back open at her question. ]
Very unnerving.