Geralt's yellow eyes narrowed with the first admission-- it was not the preferred outcome, of course, but it wasn't the end of the world. Seemed a shame to lose the income but considering that he hadn't lost his life, well. He supposed forgiveness wasn't out of the question. But then.
The word sword had Geralt's fingers twitching and his hand actually pulled away from Jaskier's and made to touch the center of his chest, as if he'd find the belt still strapped there where it always was despite that he was half-dead and naked in a tub-- "on the roadside." Geralt just stared at Jaskier; clearly he'd heard him wrong.
He tried to find his next breath and keep back the anger. Jaskier had saved his life. Jaskier had saved his life. Jaskier had saved his, "YOU LEFT MY SWORD ON THE ROADSIDE?!" It certainly didn't have the force of a normal yell, and Geralt had to lean against the side of the tub to hold himself as he did it, but he managed.
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The word sword had Geralt's fingers twitching and his hand actually pulled away from Jaskier's and made to touch the center of his chest, as if he'd find the belt still strapped there where it always was despite that he was half-dead and naked in a tub-- "on the roadside." Geralt just stared at Jaskier; clearly he'd heard him wrong.
He tried to find his next breath and keep back the anger. Jaskier had saved his life. Jaskier had saved his life. Jaskier had saved his, "YOU LEFT MY SWORD ON THE ROADSIDE?!" It certainly didn't have the force of a normal yell, and Geralt had to lean against the side of the tub to hold himself as he did it, but he managed.