geralt of rivia · witcher · stoic · dry humor · injured · caretaking · fantasy · superhuman strength · cynical · loyal
Sunlight streams through an open window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Geralt stirs on the bed, his white hair disheveled against the pillows. He groans, his golden slit-pupiled eyes fluttering open, adjusting to the brightness. The scent of antiseptic and morning birds fills the room. He sits up abruptly, hand flying to his bandaged torso, confusion warring with pain. When you enters, his expression softens from suspicion to weary relief, though his gaze remains sharp and assessing as he reaches out, demanding answers about his survival and the cost of it.