[ As far as Amos is concerned, things are back to normal now.
Well, as normal as they can be here, which isn't very. Not for him, not in this world. But it's the one he's got now, so he's making do, same as he would no matter where he's ended up.
A big part of that is regularly popping into Geralt's space. The reversal had happened not too long ago; a bit of a change of pace, but one Amos has been perfectly comfortable with. Just as he's perfectly comfortable still coming to Geralt's. Nevermind what's in that basement. Thinking about it kinda makes Amos' skin crawl, so he doesn't think about it. Easy.
Instead he strolls up through the boneyard, same as he always has, carrying the sword Jaskier gifted him in one hand, personal shotgun slung across his back. You know. Just in case they ever wanna get some kind of target practice in. He'd showed it to Geralt when he'd come to visit him; now it's just gonna be the kind of thing he brings along with him every time he comes here. He's learning to be comfortable with Geralt's preferred weapon; feels right to bring his own preference along for the ride.
He enters the Keep, pauses once he's inside the walls. Doesn't seem like Geralt's here yet. Hell, Amos might be early. Who knows. Hearing about the events at the Dimming is starting to weigh on him; maybe it's fucking with his sense of time.
Either way, he's here now, and he's perfectly comfortable to lean a shoulder up against the wall and wait, casually inspecting what's apparently his favourite sword — since it's the one he took when offered it — while he does so. ]
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Well, as normal as they can be here, which isn't very. Not for him, not in this world. But it's the one he's got now, so he's making do, same as he would no matter where he's ended up.
A big part of that is regularly popping into Geralt's space. The reversal had happened not too long ago; a bit of a change of pace, but one Amos has been perfectly comfortable with. Just as he's perfectly comfortable still coming to Geralt's. Nevermind what's in that basement. Thinking about it kinda makes Amos' skin crawl, so he doesn't think about it. Easy.
Instead he strolls up through the boneyard, same as he always has, carrying the sword Jaskier gifted him in one hand, personal shotgun slung across his back. You know. Just in case they ever wanna get some kind of target practice in. He'd showed it to Geralt when he'd come to visit him; now it's just gonna be the kind of thing he brings along with him every time he comes here. He's learning to be comfortable with Geralt's preferred weapon; feels right to bring his own preference along for the ride.
He enters the Keep, pauses once he's inside the walls. Doesn't seem like Geralt's here yet. Hell, Amos might be early. Who knows. Hearing about the events at the Dimming is starting to weigh on him; maybe it's fucking with his sense of time.
Either way, he's here now, and he's perfectly comfortable to lean a shoulder up against the wall and wait, casually inspecting what's apparently his favourite sword — since it's the one he took when offered it — while he does so. ]