[As long as she helps Ciri, he's about ready to do anything.] I'm holding!
[But he is a tiny bird and there's not much to be done when he has no hands, only getting himself tangled up in wildly bright, pink strands as he clings to them with his bird feet once she puts him on her head.
This is possibly the worst position he's ever had in any sort of dangerous situation, but once he realizes she's got an axe and intends to use it, Jaskier estimates he may, in fact, be the safest man here.
It doesn't surprise him to see Ciri use the advantage to take one of the masked sorcerers out, though the squelch of organs and blood still roils something in his (diminutive) stomach.
Hilda, he imagines, might possibly be as insane as Ciri.
But he cannot cling and do nothing to help them. His magic is concentrated on keeping him in this form -- as turning into a man on top of Hilda's head will not help things, nor does he wish to be a target -- but he has enough experience on the sidelines of battle to measure himself. The sandpiper goes flat against her scalp, wings spread, as glowing, illusionary birds burst from behind Hilda. They spread out in every direction, a full flock of darting songbirds, to dive into the others' faces, pecking and clawing with tiny talons, stopping in their tracks before they can swarm Ciri or Hilda.]
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[But he is a tiny bird and there's not much to be done when he has no hands, only getting himself tangled up in wildly bright, pink strands as he clings to them with his bird feet once she puts him on her head.
This is possibly the worst position he's ever had in any sort of dangerous situation, but once he realizes she's got an axe and intends to use it, Jaskier estimates he may, in fact, be the safest man here.
It doesn't surprise him to see Ciri use the advantage to take one of the masked sorcerers out, though the squelch of organs and blood still roils something in his (diminutive) stomach.
Hilda, he imagines, might possibly be as insane as Ciri.
But he cannot cling and do nothing to help them. His magic is concentrated on keeping him in this form -- as turning into a man on top of Hilda's head will not help things, nor does he wish to be a target -- but he has enough experience on the sidelines of battle to measure himself. The sandpiper goes flat against her scalp, wings spread, as glowing, illusionary birds burst from behind Hilda. They spread out in every direction, a full flock of darting songbirds, to dive into the others' faces, pecking and clawing with tiny talons, stopping in their tracks before they can swarm Ciri or Hilda.]