Geralt thought it strange, to revere dragons, but it wasn't. There were cults or every kind, especially at the edges of the civilized world. Likely, he only had the consideration because Geralt did not revere anything. He and Nenneke had gone through conversation about it far too many times, when he was younger.

He missed her, too often, even now.

"Gotta revere something, guess dragons is a place to go."

Geralt sighed and moved closer to the fire, closer to the heat. He propped his leg up near it and held his hands out to it.

"Want me to do something for that leg? I have a willow bark tea, some valerian."