Her casually high spirits bring a huff of amusement out of Geralt. He's not as enthused about the journey as she is, but he'll trudge through it.
He's silent for a portion of their walk, though she'll get a grunt of acknowledgement out of him here and there if she fills the quiet. He's slower as time goes on—his leg obviously bothers him. It's a combination of stubbornness and simple unawareness that he is not, in fact, as sturdy as he'd be were he back home that has him push onward.
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He's silent for a portion of their walk, though she'll get a grunt of acknowledgement out of him here and there if she fills the quiet. He's slower as time goes on—his leg obviously bothers him. It's a combination of stubbornness and simple unawareness that he is not, in fact, as sturdy as he'd be were he back home that has him push onward.
Though it's starting to catch up to him.
"Could really use a fucking horse."