Depending on the chores in question, Lambert might be willing to help, Eskel figures. And he probably could stand to have a word with the ill-tempered younger wolf. Repairing his relationship to Geralt had been his priority, but he knows Geralt isn't the only one who probably suffered for having to see him go mad and turn on the rest of the keep.
As for his leg, he's not sure the mages can do much but the pain is so much less now. There's just the stiffness and the awkwardness of the missionary bone. But it's easier to limp about now and he finds himself less despairing of his chances of fixing it.
He calls for Lambert, who slinks into the room as if ashamed to have been caught lurking (along with the rest of the witchers) to listen to whatever drama had just transpired. He complains, of course, about having to help but the way he claps his brother on the shoulder and grins when he teases him shows his relief more than kinder words ever could.
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As for his leg, he's not sure the mages can do much but the pain is so much less now. There's just the stiffness and the awkwardness of the missionary bone. But it's easier to limp about now and he finds himself less despairing of his chances of fixing it.
He calls for Lambert, who slinks into the room as if ashamed to have been caught lurking (along with the rest of the witchers) to listen to whatever drama had just transpired. He complains, of course, about having to help but the way he claps his brother on the shoulder and grins when he teases him shows his relief more than kinder words ever could.