[ And there it goes. Lambert doesn't reach out to steady Allen unless it looks like he's in actual danger of falling over, but he does watch, with mostly clinical interest. Well, if he was completely human, the potion's effects would likely be a little more problematic. As it is, though, it's likely too late to induce gagging and it might cause more damage if he did ...
More to the point, he's watching for any sign Allen might be about to attack or go berserk, and if he'll need to be put down quickly -- or dunked into the lake, whichever's fastest. He doesn't know what the feathers growing out of his wound mean, but his medallion had hummed against his chest when he stepped closer, so there's some kind of magic at work here. A curse, maybe? That would be his first guess, based on the tattoo.
Ah, right. Better stop speculating make sure Allen isn't choking on his tongue or something. He squints at the boy, still unwilling to reach out and check if he's all right beyond a visual inspection. Witchers who poke at things in pain, with unknown defensive reflexes, don't tend to be witchers who live very long. ]
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More to the point, he's watching for any sign Allen might be about to attack or go berserk, and if he'll need to be put down quickly -- or dunked into the lake, whichever's fastest. He doesn't know what the feathers growing out of his wound mean, but his medallion had hummed against his chest when he stepped closer, so there's some kind of magic at work here. A curse, maybe? That would be his first guess, based on the tattoo.
Ah, right. Better stop speculating make sure Allen isn't choking on his tongue or something. He squints at the boy, still unwilling to reach out and check if he's all right beyond a visual inspection. Witchers who poke at things in pain, with unknown defensive reflexes, don't tend to be witchers who live very long. ]