"Funny." Despite his newfound humanity, Geralt was deadpan. He tilted his head in consideration, before deciding to tell Bull the situation. He'd kept it under wraps. He had enemies even in Darrow that would pay handsomely for such information about him. That he was vulnerable.

"The star. Somehow, I'd made a wish without knowing or understanding. Not the first time." He groaned softly and pressed his palm to his forehead. "It undid the mutations. I'm human. For the time being."

He hoped.