[Jaskier starts, his whole body going rigid at the shot, eyes wide. She needn't explain. He understands the moment it happens, and it only --
It only breaks his heart further.
He did not ask Geralt. He can't ask Ciri. He is bound to not know, nor understand, what happened while they were gone. Perhaps it is for the best. He can't imagine he will get it. And selfishly, it is easier to not know. To not know what would make even Ciri afraid of being alone.
He smooths himself out, kissing her forehead as he gets comfortable on the bed next to her, shoving his boots off. If this is the case, then he shall stay. As long as she needs. Already Mog has made himself at home, curling up on her lap. Mog is a stupid creature at the best of times, but even Jaskier has seen that he understands human emotions, as well. To an extent.] I wouldn't rather be doing anything more than bothering you, anyway.
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It only breaks his heart further.
He did not ask Geralt. He can't ask Ciri. He is bound to not know, nor understand, what happened while they were gone. Perhaps it is for the best. He can't imagine he will get it. And selfishly, it is easier to not know. To not know what would make even Ciri afraid of being alone.
He smooths himself out, kissing her forehead as he gets comfortable on the bed next to her, shoving his boots off. If this is the case, then he shall stay. As long as she needs. Already Mog has made himself at home, curling up on her lap. Mog is a stupid creature at the best of times, but even Jaskier has seen that he understands human emotions, as well. To an extent.] I wouldn't rather be doing anything more than bothering you, anyway.