While Berserker steps away, Geralt runs a palm over Waver's forehead, and makes sure he's steady. "You'll be alright," he tells him. "Just gonna suck for a bit."

Encouraging. Sometimes life hurts, but pain is just pain, and Geralt's confident that Waver will pull through - so long as he gets this antidote under control. (He's confident Waver would pull through anyway, but letting it go would mean permanent damage, and that's not acceptable.) He pushes to his feet and exchanges places with Berserker, and then he's off, either to pilfer the ingredient from someone else nearby or to make the world's fastest shopping trip. He'll be back after your exchange of FEELINGS.