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Geralt is always reachable by the network. Unless it's an emergency, expect not to hear back for a few hours, if not a few days.

To talk to him in person, you'll need to be in Cadens or go to his domain, a snowy mountain fortress. Yard is open; doors are locked. If he isn't around, leave a delivery with the white wolf.

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[gynvael]

[ No. He isn't. He's paid for the job he does. Except the times he isn't and he does it, anyhow. But it is easier to say that's all it is. Coin in exchange for ridding the world of beasts that can be killed.

As for the monsters that can't be slain, lurking in the hearts of men and their ambitions, well. Mm. That's not a Witcher's profession. Nothing to do with him. (Until it is.)

He relinquishes the soap to Jaskier's demand. He will never know why Jaskier is so insistent over this shit. All of it. The little things that Geralt is...that he doesn't think is worth considering. Not for him. It's not about what he deserves. More just. He hasn't a need for it. He's been raised to understand that he hasn't a need for it, these small wants and comforts.

Supposes even he can't reject a warm bath and a hot meal, though. Better than the slop on that prison. ]

All right. [ He loosens the cord in his hair. Yeah. All right. It matters to Jaskier. He can accept that.

There's no heat behind it when he adds, ] You're fucking demanding.

shall we finish up here or next tag?

[cointosser]

I know. [Jaskier sounds nearly amused at the revelation, scrubbing the dirt and smell of prison from his friend's back. Funny how this is far from the first time he's ever done so, and oftentimes it was worse than this, with blood or some open wound he has to weave around.

Demanding.

How funny -- and pathetic, he truthfully thinks -- to find a friend demanding for wanting better for him.

It's so very Geralt. So rather sad. At the very least, Jaskier reassures himself, though the memories are not gone, at least that horrid cellar has been destroyed. Remade. He hopes it does not exist again. There are steps forward. Perhaps not total improvements, but they aresteps.] Now, for my next demand I say you quit your bitching, and I'll go heat up some stew for you. With ale. Perhaps the ale will make you less argumentative.