[ She purposefully brought him food that could be eaten one-handed: bread with butter, cured meats, some roasted vegetables. The stew that was served to her men had been delicious, but she thought perhaps navigating a bowl and spoon with only one hand available would be too difficult, so she decided not to bring any to the recuperating witcher. ]

Sitting with you means not having to yell to be heard, so I'm quite happy to remain.

[ His company is pleasant, too, especially when he's not bleeding all over her. Stretching her legs out comfortably in front of her and crossing her ankles, she settles into her chair and watches him eat. ]

I know what the healer told me, but what do you think? Will you recover?