[Jaskier attempts to hide the wrinkle of his nose by scratching it, but does not succeed very well.] It is quite unsettling when you put it that way.

[He's not going to ask any further questions of what it means that a man -- or dhampir -- can feel his blood in someone else's body. Or what that feels like. Perhaps there are many things about his friend that are best to remain mysteries.

Jaskier takes a breath at his answer, nodding even as he looks away to carefully wrap the vials in gauze, separately, to keep them safe from breaking. He does not fault Alucard, but a cold chill goes up his spine to hear it spoken so plainly. He does not know where he sits right now. What he thinks. All he cares about is getting Geralt and Ciri back.] Then it is good I will be searching instead. [The implication is plain: this time, he does not want to see it. Perhaps hypocritical of him, when he'd once craved another's death so desperately in the past.] I only wish you stay safe, though I'm sure you shall have no trouble. And, perhaps, return without some of that anger.