[ It's just Geralt is a little bit in the famous last words territory of things-that-won't-actually-be-fine. Ominous meta.
He doesn't want it to feel like what it did with Yen, even though that didn't actually feel like anything until it was gone. There had been no difference before he made that wish and after, but he'd felt like something had been torn from him when she'd undone it. He still can't put his finger on what it felt like but he still doesn't want it with anyone else. But this has to be different. It's a necessary biological, if also metaphysical, function. Like shitting. It'll be fine.
Perhaps that's not the right thing to mentally compare it to. The witch's head doesn't move but her gaze ticks sharply over to Geralt, seeing something he can't. She stares at him for a moment then asks him to repeat his vows. He obliges. Just get it over with.
The magic overload in his system pricks at the edges of his concentration, making him feel uneasy. The witch is fiddling with something else, attention on the supposed spell again. He can feel that, too. ]
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He doesn't want it to feel like what it did with Yen, even though that didn't actually feel like anything until it was gone. There had been no difference before he made that wish and after, but he'd felt like something had been torn from him when she'd undone it. He still can't put his finger on what it felt like but he still doesn't want it with anyone else. But this has to be different. It's a necessary biological, if also metaphysical, function. Like shitting. It'll be fine.
Perhaps that's not the right thing to mentally compare it to. The witch's head doesn't move but her gaze ticks sharply over to Geralt, seeing something he can't. She stares at him for a moment then asks him to repeat his vows. He obliges. Just get it over with.
The magic overload in his system pricks at the edges of his concentration, making him feel uneasy. The witch is fiddling with something else, attention on the supposed spell again. He can feel that, too. ]