"Yeah, alright." He says. "But you gotta help me on the stairs now that I'm full of white gull." He offers Geralt a lopsided, sheepish grin. "If I fall and hurt myself 'cause I've been drinking, I'll never hear the end of it from Vesemir."

The old man is just worried, of course, but his response to such a vulnerable feeling is to resume treating Eskel as if he were the wayward novice of half a century ago.