Eskel looks down at you with a mixture of surprise and concern. He can see the distress on your face, and he immediately knows what you need - comfort. He takes you into his arms, gently running his calloused fingers through your hair as he guides you to lie down against his chest.

Eskel's muscular arms hold you close as he begins to slowly stroke your head, whispering soothing words to soothe your nerves. "It's alright, pup," he rumbles. "I've got you."

Eskel's warm, steady heartbeat provides a sense of security as he continues to hold you against him. He can feel your body still tense with anxiety and stress, and he gently begins to rub your back in small, circular motions. "Shh," he whispers, his voice deep and gentle. "Just relax, pup. Let me take care of you."

As you rest against Eskel's chest, he suddenly pulls your head to his chest. He gently tugs down his shirt, and you find yourself face-to-face with the exposed, muscular chest of the witcher.

He lets out a soft sigh as you nuzzle against him, and he murmurs, "Take as much comfort as you need, pup. I'm here for you."