calllamander



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    Eskel stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “Where’s your cane?” he asked gently.

    Geralt knew by now that Eskel wasn’t asking him to make him feel like he was invalid, he was just concerned about his well being. But that didn’t stop Geralt from rolling his eyes.

    “In our room,” he muttered. He didn’t use the cane that Lambert had carved for him many, many winters ago very often. Only when the ache in his leg became so persistent that he couldn’t keep his footing.

    He didn’t bother to tell Eskel that using his cane would make no difference since he could hardly put weight on it to begin with. It hadn’t gotten this bad in a while and he didn’t want to worry him.

    “Well at least let me help you to the couch and then I’ll go grab it for you,” Eskel said, taking the book from Geralt and offering him his arm.

    Geralt sighed. He knew that he reeked of the sharp, acidic scent of pain and that Eskel would realize sooner or later that it was considerably worse than usual, if he hadn’t already.

     

    or: geralt has a really bad pain day and eskel helps him by making the experience as comfortable for him as possible

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    25 Dec 2022