[Realizing he's hovering awkwardly, and knowing very well Jaskier is not a hoverer, he sits back down in the chair. Mog has ignored his orders and leapt back onto the bed, though he's polite enough to curl by Geralt's feet this time (placing a paw as a ward on top of his toes, a lumb underneath thin blankets.)
Survive, Jaskier had told him. And for once in his life, Geralt had listened to him. Though his answer of, Don't I always? still rings true.
Against all odds. A feat he appears to share with other Summoned. At least, for once, there's more than one fool to worry about.
Jaskier fiddles with the edges of the blankets, straightening them. Suddenly, unsure, what his role will be now. How funny. It hasn't even been very long, in the grand scheme of his life.]
And? Do you believe you failed in that task, Geralt?
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Survive, Jaskier had told him. And for once in his life, Geralt had listened to him. Though his answer of, Don't I always? still rings true.
Against all odds. A feat he appears to share with other Summoned. At least, for once, there's more than one fool to worry about.
Jaskier fiddles with the edges of the blankets, straightening them. Suddenly, unsure, what his role will be now. How funny. It hasn't even been very long, in the grand scheme of his life.]
And? Do you believe you failed in that task, Geralt?