Waver is too grown up to be held like this, but Geralt puts a hand on the back of his neck anyway, the posture almost automatic. Muscle memory from comforting Ciri after a nightmare. He follows Berserker, his baseline calm demeanor maintaining its status quo. He tries to stretch his hearing all around them - now would be a very bad time for any surprises.

"Show me while we're walking," he says, in the name of expedience. "He reeks of mandrake, and it's nearly overpowering whatever else is mixed in with it. Something to make it a lasting paralytic." Fortunate that this particular root smells the same here as it does at home; Geralt's very familiar, seeing as it's one of the few things that's still toxic to a witcher if touched or ingested without proper preparation. "I might have to give someone a shopping list, if they don't have something usable on hand."

Plenty of Resistance cells are outfitted with heavy duty first aid, used to rescuing monsters in all states of duress, but Geralt doesn't want to just assume there'll be a panacea waiting.