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“You –” Jaskier doesn’t finish the sentence, pulling the bandage tighter just that side of painful. Geralt accepts it stoically. Like he thinks it’s just punishment for –
Never mind finishing the sentence, Jaskier can’t even finish the thought.
“What do you think would have happened if – you would have left me to defend myself?”
Geralt flinches back minutely, and then glares that Jaskier. “If you’d run –”
Jaskier scoffs. “If I’d run, it would have torn through you and caught me a second later. I don’t have a Witcher’s speed, Geralt. I can’t outrun and endrega Queen.”
Geralt grunts, conceding the point.