[ What else can he say to that? If he's already made up his mind on it, it's pointless to push the point. Worse would be using their relationship as leverage and so, while it does cross his mind, it's also immediately dismissed. Childermass isn't so manipulative as to fall to that.
In the end, that just means he has to sigh and lower his hands, watching Lambert for a second or two longer before his attention dips down to the polecat and the bleeding knuckle. ]
Then let us hope that will be enough.
[ He goes on to pull a handkerchief — shabby and mostly grey from use at this point — from his pocket, moving to step closer to the witcher and offer it in lieu of anything better suited for sopping up blood. He won't immediately do that himself, though, looking back up again to see if either Lambert or Celandine will even let him close enough to. ]
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In the end, that just means he has to sigh and lower his hands, watching Lambert for a second or two longer before his attention dips down to the polecat and the bleeding knuckle. ]
Then let us hope that will be enough.
[ He goes on to pull a handkerchief — shabby and mostly grey from use at this point — from his pocket, moving to step closer to the witcher and offer it in lieu of anything better suited for sopping up blood. He won't immediately do that himself, though, looking back up again to see if either Lambert or Celandine will even let him close enough to. ]