[ That gets a small laugh from Geralt, the guy is in a pretty messed up shape and he's asking Geralt if he's well?

He kneels down beside him, touching his forehead with the back of his hand, gauding the temperature before gently frisking down his body, looking for where it hurts the most. ]

Done a real number on yourself haven't you? Do you think you can move, or am I gonna have to carry you?

[ He'd offer a potion, but the toxicity of them might just finish him off. Maybe he'd want that? Maybe he'd thrown himself willingly off that cliff and it just wasn't enough to do the job right? Morbid but a possibility. ]

I can patch you up as much as I can. Get some herbs to take the pain away and relax you.