"If it doesn't involve magic, yes. Got experience with that?" he asked when he noticed Geralt propping one of his own legs up closer to the fire, closer to the heat.

Bull knew that move intimately. More than once Krem or someone else had warned him that he was going to burn himself doing that, but having a damp rag over his leg and keeping it close to the heat always felt like sweet relief - the closest he could get outside a hot bath or letting a mage at it.