[ Geralt says nothing more of it, either. That he's spoken of it at all is unusual. Blame it on his exhaustion. (That's a lie. His guard is not down because he's tired. It's down because Jaskier is his friend of too many years, and he's allowed himself to let go just a little.)
He catches the cloth, scrubbing dried steaks blood off his other leg.
He snorts. ] I would, but they're adamant I not leave the infirmary.
[ Eagle-eyed little shits. He can be appreciative of their healing and still find their insistence he stay in bed insufferable. He was injured; he's not an invalid. He's healing quick. ]
Invite yourself to mine instead.
[ A tease brushes the words, but he makes no real effort to disguise what he wants. Which is just the company of a certain bard. Someone in his room for the night while he tries once more to get some damn sleep. ]
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He catches the cloth, scrubbing dried steaks blood off his other leg.
He snorts. ] I would, but they're adamant I not leave the infirmary.
[ Eagle-eyed little shits. He can be appreciative of their healing and still find their insistence he stay in bed insufferable. He was injured; he's not an invalid. He's healing quick. ]
Invite yourself to mine instead.
[ A tease brushes the words, but he makes no real effort to disguise what he wants. Which is just the company of a certain bard. Someone in his room for the night while he tries once more to get some damn sleep. ]