"Oh, so it was for your tender sensibilities," Geralt prodded aimlessly, the words as rhetorical as they were comfortable. "Lavender does have general soporific effects, good for relaxing, deep breathing. Things like that." He opened the flap of the bag and started slowly rifling through the contents. His mixed elixirs were packed with care in a straw-lined hard-shell box, but the general ingredients that he had a habit of gathering as they rode ended up shoved into random places until he decided to organize them by qualities every few nights.

"If I hadn't been poisoned," by his own hand, in this case, "swallow is the best potion to use, by the way. I don't have any Drowner brains at the moment but other than that it's just celadine and Dwarven liquor. It's green, and clear." Geralt was pulling things out as he spoke, his words slow but clear. Strange, to be the one filling the silence as Jaskier watched him, and not the other way around.

Finally he handed Jaskier the small bundle of herbs he'd pulled from here and there and pointed to each in turn. "Comfrey-- an astringent. Good for keeping the area clear of anything that might cause inflammation. Goldenseal, but the leaf, it keeps infection down. The flower is useless." Geralt glanced at Jaskier, to see if it was following. "And Arnica." He pointed to the last, a small yellow flower and maybe the edge of a smile touched his mouth. "For lessening pain."