Nooooo, no no no no. Ben waves his hand a little, trying to turn the topic back, but he's already losing a little focus on what his concerns were in the first place. "Ch-chase might, know. Know the chipmunks. Or, or why the chipmunks."

The edges of his vision are getting fuzzy again, like film slowly being exposed to light. He has a thought, something he wants to add, but it slips away just as quickly, pulling his consciousness with it. He slumps into Geralt's shoulder.