[Despite the moment that passed him before, and despite the fact he knows Geralt noticed, Jaskier brightens a bit now with a curling smile around the edges of his lips. Wonderful? That was... oh. That was rather nice to hear.

He knew it. Ciri was a good, sweet girl still. A wonder, considering, and yet how his heart warms to begin to understand it now.]

I would love to think so, but my abilities so far are rather limited to this particular spell. A minor healing one on the side, if you want to count it. [He chokes off a laugh because bringing that up brings up the memory of Yennefer's face when he healed her bruises... right before he portaled far away from her.

Ah. She'll never forget that.]

Well, you must have some magic of your own, Ciri. I believe most did in Thorne. Have you tried at all?