#drafting typos

“Look, Wilde’s the one who’s specifically being targeted by La Gourmande, it doesn’t make any sense for him to be the one left alone,” Sasha says. “Plus, like, if he dies then we probably won’t get paid.” “I promise you would still get paid if I died.” “Yeah, but we’d end up with a different handler, and what if the next one’s even more annoying than you?” ~ Sasha and Wilde steal a gyrocopter (badly).

He puzzles over the nearly worn out soles of Jaskier's shoes. If they're of such quality, how does he go through them so much faster than Geralt? They go nearly everywhere together, it’s not like Jaskier is walking more than— It hits him, all at once, that Jaskier walks far, far more than Geralt. They travel the same distances, but Geralt always rides Roach. Jaskier walks miles a day, easily.

“Hamid was saying there has to be a link between you and the people cursing you, and it has to do with, like, your physical body.” “Yes, an arcane link.” “So I got to thinking, right—what if I turned you?” “Sasha, as lovely as you are, I don’t think you could accomplish that.” “Wilde. I meant, what if I made you a vampire.” ~ Sasha has an idea for how to break Wilde's curse. It scares them both.

“Apophis!” By some miracle, maybe even some sliver of divine pity from Artemis, the young dragon’s head swings to face her. ~ Sasha returns to the present, approximately. Rome is still the worst.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but—did you nick one of Carter’s knives? Only, I know he’s missing one and it’s weird that he woke you up for watch and made Skraak get me.” Now, she’d never confess to nicking something, but if it’d been anyone less rule-followy than Barnes asking, she probably wouldn’t try as hard to hide it. “Definitely wasn’t me.” ~ Sasha gets to know the 18 month crew again after her absence.

“Eldarion was one of the greatest wizards of our age.” “She was a cunt.” Curie’s voice takes on a thinly controlled tone. “She died in an attempt to save your life. You would do well to respect her.” ~ Curie grieves Eldarion. Sasha... does not.

Zolf says, “People can want to do good things for other people without… wanting something in return.” All her clothes feel unpleasantly rough on her skin. “For other people, yeah.” ~ Now back in the present, Sasha sits through quarantine. It’s more crowded than it probably should be.

“Wilde?” Nothing. She laughs incredulously. “Is this—are you actually just going to sit there and not talk to me?” ~ Now back in the present, Sasha sits through quarantine. It's more crowded than it probably should be.