Geralt wiped at the wetness on his lips, spittle from the round of violent coughing he'd suffered when he'd felt his lungs seize and collapse. It hadn't lasted long, but it was unpleasant.

"Not your fault. It's the woods, whatever is happening out here. It's like it perverts everything around it."

He reached out for her again, but this time, only grabbed her bare knee and gave it a tight squeeze. His shoulders still shook, there was still a tickle in his chest, but he swallowed the last round of coughing.