fic update

[dragonlady7]

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another Delicate Hand chapter, figured I’d plop one up there for anyone alone on the holiday or in other ways wanting some distraction. And, as ever, regardless of holiday, I’m thankful for anyone who reads.

Chapter 3: Various Little Breakdowns https://archiveofourown.org/works/27578783/chapters/67858105, in which everyone deals with various of the fallout of the previous chapter.

featuring more Witcher teeth jokes, as a treat. warnings for panic attacks and a moderately-vivid description of Keira’s worst fear, which is a horrible execution method.

“I won’t ask why you keep them.”

“Would you just leave teeth lying around, if you shed them?” he asked, cagey, and she shrugged.

“Likely no,” she said, “though it depends on the circumstances of the shedding, really.” But then her expression went canny. “What sort of… alchemical properties…”

“Please do not discuss harvesting my teeth and using them in potions,” Lambert said, knowing that while Vesemir wasn’t around to object anymore, the others were, and he could not be the one to reveal the secret.

She laughed. “Like one of your monsters!” she said. “Is it… ah, is it chimera teeth you use as a stabilizer?”

“Couldn’t say,” Lambert said. “Trade secret.” It was; in all written formulations, Witchers understood that if you used a Witcher tooth, you would encode it as being a chimera tooth, for safety. There were far more impenetrable codes than that wrapped around everything Lambert had ever committed to writing, but even in cipher he still encoded it as chimera teeth. If Keira had heard the phrase, she’d been reading Witcher potion formularies.