Doc liked them all well enough to bring them flowers and keep their graves as neat as he can manage whenever he manages to carve out some time during his busy days to visit. He is not, however, sentimental or wasteful enough to pour perfectly good moonshine onto dirt mounds.
He grunts by way of thanks and takes a long drink before handing the bottle back. Raylan had been chipping away at it and didn't seem to need the help finishing what's left. Once he gets Doc on the porch or anywhere he wants to get Doc, really, there'll be at least another two bottles they won't be able to stop getting to the bottoms of.
"I'm surprised they lived without being tended to, for however long we were gone. The potted vegetables are doing fine, too." Yennefer is still nowhere to be found, but he has no doubt she would be pleased by the result of her magical intervention.
"Won't be needing to dig you one, will I?" That is Doc's unsubtle signal that he got splattered on a little bit when shit hit the fan. At least he's still around to be the bedrock of the house, still taking things in his stride. Someone has to make sure there are fresh, dust-free sheets to cry on and comfort food in the fridge. It's not like he doesn't have his own problems to deal with, like the small, insignificant fact that he is no longer immortal since returning without his ring.
But, in all seriousness, he isn't complaining. He is a little concerned - hopefully understandably so - but he's just trying to keep everything together as best and as fairly as he can.
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He grunts by way of thanks and takes a long drink before handing the bottle back. Raylan had been chipping away at it and didn't seem to need the help finishing what's left. Once he gets Doc on the porch or anywhere he wants to get Doc, really, there'll be at least another two bottles they won't be able to stop getting to the bottoms of.
"I'm surprised they lived without being tended to, for however long we were gone. The potted vegetables are doing fine, too." Yennefer is still nowhere to be found, but he has no doubt she would be pleased by the result of her magical intervention.
"Won't be needing to dig you one, will I?" That is Doc's unsubtle signal that he got splattered on a little bit when shit hit the fan. At least he's still around to be the bedrock of the house, still taking things in his stride. Someone has to make sure there are fresh, dust-free sheets to cry on and comfort food in the fridge. It's not like he doesn't have his own problems to deal with, like the small, insignificant fact that he is no longer immortal since returning without his ring.
But, in all seriousness, he isn't complaining. He is a little concerned - hopefully understandably so - but he's just trying to keep everything together as best and as fairly as he can.