Eskel considered her offer to join him, one hand rubbing at his jaw. "Well, sounds like you can handle yourself, and you can heal. Don't see why not. I wanna see your magic in action, too. Take the time to settle in of course. And yeah, get some proper gear - " he gestured to her towel-and-nothing-else, " - then we'll figure something out."

He watched her display with rapt attention. With his medallion already rattling against his chest, the spell didn't make much of a difference. Although at one point, he couldn't help but turn his attention away from Lioriley's spell to Lioriley herself. Her glowing lines accented her body; the display was beautiful, and the witcher wondered what their patterning looked like elsewhere, or perhaps if he could make her glow like this.

But Eskel's attention quickly returned to talking about her and her magic. It was too fascinating a conversation to turn away from for too long. "Mighty impressive magic you've got. Breathing underwater? Damn, we can hold our breath longer than normal folks, but that's even better." As he continued, his tone became more familiar. "And you're from the mountains? That makes two of us."