This? [ Confusion, uncertainty flicker across her face, brows furrowing. ]
No... I- I don't know what this is. But--
[ Geralt's wince steals her attention, and her hand tightens on his shoulder bracingly, concerned. ]
Oh, shit. [ In her shock and distraction, she'd also forgotten. ] Sorry. That monster got you good, didn't it?
[ And then, she realizes suddenly what has been happening in this dream, in this strange settlement where nothing at all is familiar except the death and the blood. The black infection. The way it spreads, creating more of itself. Dammit. Her head is already spinning, and now this. ]
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No... I- I don't know what this is. But--
[ Geralt's wince steals her attention, and her hand tightens on his shoulder bracingly, concerned. ]
Oh, shit. [ In her shock and distraction, she'd also forgotten. ] Sorry. That monster got you good, didn't it?
[ And then, she realizes suddenly what has been happening in this dream, in this strange settlement where nothing at all is familiar except the death and the blood. The black infection. The way it spreads, creating more of itself. Dammit. Her head is already spinning, and now this. ]
None of its blood got on you? No cuts?