Why you gotta call him out like this, Peridot? As predicted, the witcher doesn't reply immediately, fishing out and wiping off another bit of fruit with rote motion and shoves it in her face before he responds evenly.

"They replaced my entire skeleton." In the Gamma's voice, it's calm enough, but he's tense under her little bat feet. "I'd really rather not talk about it. Eat your fruit."