This is a little grosser of a distraction than Waver might have otherwise asked for, but this is the one he apparently gets. He's not sure if he's just delirious or if Geralt's story barely makes sense or... anything, really. It's not a particularly nice visual. Note to never ask Geralt follow-up questions about his world.

What a way to preface that, though.

Waver groans, struggling to sit up more and bracing himself on Berserker's chest to look over at Geralt as he speaks.

The suggestion of forcing him to drink it spikes alarm in Waver's chest like something sharp twisting in his lungs. He shakes his head.

"No." One of his hands is tight around Berserker's forearm, grip weaker than it should have been but probably about as hard as he can manage right now.

"No, I- I can do it."