[Jaskier spares him a glance, curious if that thoughtfulness comes from a shared thought or simple inquisitiveness. Jaskier, of course, can understand the appeal of Thorne castle, especially for those who had very little before they came to Abraxas.

But after what the queen did, he would not stay even for luxury.

Jaskier shrugs, brushing snow from his arms and shoulders, then hefting his back higher onto his back. The supplies, though neatly packed, have mostly ended up in a tumbling heap as he'd made his way through the mountains.] I wouldn't know. I've never gone back. But I would imagine, at this point, hardly anyone cares anymore. [Jaskier looks back; he may not take it seriously, but it's worth warning.] When we first arrived, they threw half our lot in the dungeons without any hesitation, for seemingly no reason. So I do recommend, no matter how comfortable it becomes, you watch your back.