[ Oh. Recognition crosses his face. He knows her. Sheva.
Geralt takes the advice; he has, at least, mediated enough that he's had practice drawing focus to his body. His claws turn closer to sharpened nails, and most of the fur recedes.
He shifts his weight. Well. She's seen him in worse states, so there's that. ]
Thanks. [ The teeth in his palm shuffle. After a second, he simply puts them on a stump and reaches for his trousers, tugging them back on. ] Didn't expect to see someone this far in.
sorry for the long delay!
Geralt takes the advice; he has, at least, mediated enough that he's had practice drawing focus to his body. His claws turn closer to sharpened nails, and most of the fur recedes.
He shifts his weight. Well. She's seen him in worse states, so there's that. ]
Thanks. [ The teeth in his palm shuffle. After a second, he simply puts them on a stump and reaches for his trousers, tugging them back on. ] Didn't expect to see someone this far in.