The illusion is a good one, but it doesn’t quite extend to touch. What Baker will feel as he pounces on Lambert distinctly doesn’t match up to what he sees and very unfortunately for the witcher, he can also feel Baker. Who’s jumping on an injured man.

“Fuck!” Childerbert cusses colorfully as a paw plants itself on the entire giant bruise of his side right now and the recently bandaged gash. Wheezing for breath, he raises a hand, pushing at Baker and trying to pitch his command like Childermass would.

“Get off, you great beast, you’re not a puppy anymore!”