They got lucky, running into allies. The Monsters Berserker freed got lucky too. While Berserker and the witch we'll call Ygraine take care of making sure nobody follows them and eventually collecting the stragglers, Waver is finally managing to wrap his head around the situation as Geralt hurries off with him. They're leaving the auction behind. Berserker too, but he doesn't worry about that.

Earlier, Berserker had mentioned taking him back to the Coven. Waver tentatively lifts his head, not looking around so he won't get dizzy, but instead looking obliquely up at Geralt's face. Mostly his jaw, from this angle.

"Where... are we going?"

He takes a deep, purposeful breath. Blinks heavily a few times. Focus. He needs to explain.

"I think... I need... an antidote," he tells Geralt, slowly but clearly. "He... fed me something. But... I don't know what... was in it."