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[gehennawind]

And you still threw it out the window. It was kind of cool?

Quick thinking, real or not. I would have made another mess if I’d figured out how to fly.

[ This is a valiant effort at being upbeat while discussing corpses and how to get rid of them. ]

[niespodzianka]

Not like I was gonna bring it with us.

Can you normally do that? Batting around.

[ Geralt no ]

[gehennawind]

[ GerALT... ]

Hell no! I thought that was a myth! Like garlic! You were enormous all of a sudden. Horrifying.

[niespodzianka]

[ Don'tmakeadickjoke ]

Neat trick, then. Your, uh.. kin [ ??? ] from my world can, sometimes, but they're always much bigger.

incredible restraint when that was deliberately left wide open for dicks

[gehennawind]

[ Her horrified gasp is not exaggerated for dramatic effect. The thought of turning into such a revolting abomination of man and bat makes her extremely worried. What if she gets ugly? What if it's permanent???? ]

No! Are they... awful to look at?

more incredible restraint pls mistress

[niespodzianka]

Some of the lesser ones are pretty ugly, [ he says, not sounding very concerned about it. A lot of things and people are ugly. ] Regis..

[ uh ]

A friend of mine. Looked mostly feline, I think.

okhand emoji

[gehennawind]

[ Becoming "ugly" represents some lifestyle changes that she's not ready for!!!! This is very serious. ]

That sounds less gross than something with a— wait, could you describe how I looked? Was my face really squashed? My nose? Oh my God.

[niespodzianka]

[ Spaces out for a minute thinking about his dead friend ,_,

--oh right ]

You were .. cute. A small, screaming fox.

[gehennawind]

[ No visuals of his face means Geralt gets away with it (this time) and is free of her persistent concern. ]

Oh, okay, alright. Sorry for splitting your lip and the screaming. I promise not to do it again if we, uh, do that again.

[niespodzianka]

Don't worry about it. Witchers are durable.

[gehennawind]

Would it be rude to ask just how durable?

[niespodzianka]

Dunno. [ Geralt puts up with people asking genuinely awful invasive questions on the daily, at home, this seems fine. ] What's the scale you're using?

[gehennawind]

[ Flummoxed, it's a minute of deliberation before she comes up with something in the vicinity of sensible. ]

I... have no clue. I know you bleed as easy as anyone. [ What a nice way to put it. ] Haven't noticed you bleeding less.

[niespodzianka]

We heal faster than humans. If something hits me, and it might break a human's arm, I'll probably be able to shake it off.

Depends, largely. We're not invulnerable. But we're made to fight things that kill humans.

[gehennawind]

Ah.

That's good. You won't need anything more than that if I do actually go insane.

[niespodzianka]

You're not gonna go insane.

[gehennawind]

I was told it's kind of inevitable, but I like hearing you say that so confidently.

[ Remarkably, Paloma only comes off wistful. ]

[niespodzianka]

We all might have some rough nights on full moons. That doesn't qualify as going insane, or being worthy of shit treatment.

[gehennawind]

[ Even if Geralt is (understandably) misattributing her fear, she finds herself grinning like a silly fool, and comforted. It's fine to let it lie and pretend the full moons are what she meant by 'inevitable'.

Maybe those Kindred fears are changed, like these new rules. ]

I like your honesty, too. Thank you.

Are we okay, Geralt?

[niespodzianka]

[ He's confused by all of that. Honesty? Okay? Ah, well, probably something for normal people. ]

We always have been.

[gehennawind]

So, no apology bouquet? You don't want some flowers?

[niespodzianka]

I work at a flower shop.

[gehennawind]

But you haven't been giving your friends flowers. Wow, Geralt...

[niespodzianka]

They all do weird shit.

[gehennawind]

Yeah, okay, I'll remember that! [ it's trueeeee ]

Leaving you alone to sell your flowers.