[Geralt stares her down from his literal high horse for a long moment, then looks off again as if hoping that if he thinks hard enough he'll wake up alone in a barn having dreamed up everything that's happened so far.
Alas, he is blessedly alive, miserable and sitting in front of the woman who broke his heart not hours before this encounter.
He is well aware that if she's not done with this, he won't be allowed to be done with it either. He swears under his breath, hoisting his leg over and dropping off Roach.]
I know there's no need for someone to escort you to the nearest tavern. What are you looking for? [There's some genuine curiosity in his voice, although he's desperately trying to seem disinterested.]
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Alas, he is blessedly alive, miserable and sitting in front of the woman who broke his heart not hours before this encounter.
He is well aware that if she's not done with this, he won't be allowed to be done with it either. He swears under his breath, hoisting his leg over and dropping off Roach.]
I know there's no need for someone to escort you to the nearest tavern. What are you looking for? [There's some genuine curiosity in his voice, although he's desperately trying to seem disinterested.]