Jaskier gets back in the bath to finish washing himself, since he's spent most of his time here pampering his witcher. He can make quick work of it when he puts his mind to it-- always did in cold rivers and streams, for obvious reasons-- and, anyway, they'll have plenty of time throughout the next few months to lounge about. When the real deep freeze sets in, perhaps in a month or so, and they can't even leave the keep, they could spend all day soaking in the baths if they so desired.
Since the bard's busy getting himself clean, Geralt goes through the toiletries bag himself to find the file. Their things haven't been mingled for very long, since they only started traveling together again a few weeks ago, and he has to dig around a bit, trying to find where it's gotten to.
"No. It's not for her."
Ciri's already seen his fangs and isn't frightened by them. And while his brothers don't have teeth like he does-- theirs are barely bigger or sharper than normal human canines, and don't need to be filed or hidden-- the fact that he does doesn't upset them. It's just another way that his additional mutations set him apart from even his own kind; a monster among monsters.
At least this is something about himself that he can change. He can make this part of himself harmless, for Jaskier's sake, and it only requires a little bit of discomfort. That's a small price to pay, really. He would gladly endure worse.
"Where did you put it?" he says, pulling out a large bottle of oil and peering in to see if the file had fallen underneath it.
Usually, it'd be in one of the side pockets of his toiletries bag, but those are full of more soap this time. How much soap does Jaskier have? Did he think that they wouldn't have soap at Kaer Morhen, and he'd have to supply a whole keep's worth of the stuff for the winter? Hell, they make the stuff, usually with whatever rendered animal fats they have left over from hunting. Sometimes Eskel puts goat milk in it.
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Since the bard's busy getting himself clean, Geralt goes through the toiletries bag himself to find the file. Their things haven't been mingled for very long, since they only started traveling together again a few weeks ago, and he has to dig around a bit, trying to find where it's gotten to.
"No. It's not for her."
Ciri's already seen his fangs and isn't frightened by them. And while his brothers don't have teeth like he does-- theirs are barely bigger or sharper than normal human canines, and don't need to be filed or hidden-- the fact that he does doesn't upset them. It's just another way that his additional mutations set him apart from even his own kind; a monster among monsters.
At least this is something about himself that he can change. He can make this part of himself harmless, for Jaskier's sake, and it only requires a little bit of discomfort. That's a small price to pay, really. He would gladly endure worse.
"Where did you put it?" he says, pulling out a large bottle of oil and peering in to see if the file had fallen underneath it.
Usually, it'd be in one of the side pockets of his toiletries bag, but those are full of more soap this time. How much soap does Jaskier have? Did he think that they wouldn't have soap at Kaer Morhen, and he'd have to supply a whole keep's worth of the stuff for the winter? Hell, they make the stuff, usually with whatever rendered animal fats they have left over from hunting. Sometimes Eskel puts goat milk in it.