[ His gaze sharpens. He's known Jaskier a long time. Has learned to read his frowns and pauses and shift in tone. He isn't certain what's changed in the air, but he can tell something has. Is it his magic? Something about it, that Jaskier isn't saying? In the end, he lets it go. If Jaskier has something on his mind, he has no doubt the bard will tell him soon enough. Jaskier's never kept anything to himself.
Instead, he crams some of the bread into his mouth. It's dry, shit bread. Actually, it's more shit than the buns they were given in the dungeon. But it's bread they got with their own hands and their own damn money. For all of this talk of plans and things that need to be done and being careful, Geralt still feels like he's ten paces behind. Scrambling to catch up with—all of this. A hundred unanswered questions, a hundred things he doesn't fucking know, that he can't yet know. Maybe never will know.
When the wine comes back to him, he takes less of a mouthful than he really wants. As much as he wants to fall into that stupor, he wants a clear head more. Let the two of them indulge. They sure as hell deserve it.
He lets Ciri talk instead while he stays quiet, sitting against the wall. She seems fond of Jaskier, brightening at his magic. Seems to smile easier than Geralt does. For that he's glad. That at least in this, she hasn't taken after him. ]
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Instead, he crams some of the bread into his mouth. It's dry, shit bread. Actually, it's more shit than the buns they were given in the dungeon. But it's bread they got with their own hands and their own damn money. For all of this talk of plans and things that need to be done and being careful, Geralt still feels like he's ten paces behind. Scrambling to catch up with—all of this. A hundred unanswered questions, a hundred things he doesn't fucking know, that he can't yet know. Maybe never will know.
When the wine comes back to him, he takes less of a mouthful than he really wants. As much as he wants to fall into that stupor, he wants a clear head more. Let the two of them indulge. They sure as hell deserve it.
He lets Ciri talk instead while he stays quiet, sitting against the wall. She seems fond of Jaskier, brightening at his magic. Seems to smile easier than Geralt does. For that he's glad. That at least in this, she hasn't taken after him. ]