[He turns another shade as he bites down the urge to swear and curse at her more. The reality is that he isn’t sure if she is joking, no matter how it reads, and he isn’t trying to give her an extra excuse.
Nor does he really want to confess the location of his home but — he wouldn’t be able to outrun her if she was not, in fact, joking.]
Close enough.
[He confesses it softly, scraping himself off the pavement with some obvious effort and a few sounds of his bones cracking back into place. He dabs at his forehead briefly when he feels something sticky there.
Blood. Of course.
When he finally locates the tail, he is forced to turn back and shake his head at Yennefer.]
I have nothing large enough in my flat to store it. The slugs will have to do.
no subject
Nor does he really want to confess the location of his home but — he wouldn’t be able to outrun her if she was not, in fact, joking.]
Close enough.
[He confesses it softly, scraping himself off the pavement with some obvious effort and a few sounds of his bones cracking back into place. He dabs at his forehead briefly when he feels something sticky there.
Blood. Of course.
When he finally locates the tail, he is forced to turn back and shake his head at Yennefer.]
I have nothing large enough in my flat to store it. The slugs will have to do.