"He just never stops talking." Eskel laughs, looking at the bottles for a moment. He uncorks one with his teeth and gulps it down. "He barely stops if you put a cock in his mouth." Still, the way he says the words betrays that he is, in fact, charmed by the ridiculous bard. He sits up and leans forward.
"Sorry, this one's...well, you'll see. You gotta pour it into the wound." He says, shuddering. He's never seen the hideous hole between his shoulder blade and spine where the roots had crawled in. "Then cover it good with the bandage again so we don't get it everywhere. If you don't want to, I can ask Vesemir to do it later. I don't know that a couple of hours will make much difference. He swears it's closing up but it's slow. Probably don't help I strained my stitches some yesterday with Jaskier."
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Date: 2023-08-26 03:29 am (UTC)"Sorry, this one's...well, you'll see. You gotta pour it into the wound." He says, shuddering. He's never seen the hideous hole between his shoulder blade and spine where the roots had crawled in. "Then cover it good with the bandage again so we don't get it everywhere. If you don't want to, I can ask Vesemir to do it later. I don't know that a couple of hours will make much difference. He swears it's closing up but it's slow. Probably don't help I strained my stitches some yesterday with Jaskier."