Even though he's apparently gone silent (taking that 'shut up' pretty literally?) Waver isn't entirely out. He listens to them discuss whatever Berserker is showing Geralt, and the more they talk, the more alarming it's sounding. Geralt's diagnosis of what he might have been fed makes sense-- but it's not comforting in the slightest. Waver's hand braced on his shoulder tightens, nervous. His breath hitches, but he doesn't look up while the Resistance member is filled in. In return, he explains to Geralt -- if he's not already aware -- that Turnskins are especially sensitive to hensbane, how it cripples their senses and strength, and that it's often used in conjunction with the compulsion if a Monster is too resistant or rowdy.

Waver listens too, burying his face further against the side of Geralt's neck with a quiet groan. It's not until Geralt shifts him and speeds up, and the change in movement is momentarily disorienting enough that Waver raises his head with a soft hiss of discomfort. It doesn't hurt, but it feels... bad. He just feels bad.

"Rune worked," he mumbles, voice strained and shaky. Scared. "S-so... plan B... I guess. That fucking... b-bastard..."