[ Jaskier's grumbling is met with a dismissive sound. When would he have time to bring it up? The water is warm, as promised, soothing an ache in his knee he hadn't noticed. Probably from accommodating that leg for so damn long.
He moves his leg aside, not in the mood to bicker over space. It isn't a small tub, but he's hardly compact in size and frankly Jaskier isn't really, either. Even if he does weigh but a feather to Geralt.
For a moment, he thinks Jaskier is deflecting. No. The bard doesn't realize. Geralt peers at him. Had he done it without noticing? What had triggered it? He knows Jaskier has magic now, but that requires effort. Concentration. ]
Out there. By the portals. Flowers bloomed under your feet.
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He moves his leg aside, not in the mood to bicker over space. It isn't a small tub, but he's hardly compact in size and frankly Jaskier isn't really, either. Even if he does weigh but a feather to Geralt.
For a moment, he thinks Jaskier is deflecting. No. The bard doesn't realize. Geralt peers at him. Had he done it without noticing? What had triggered it? He knows Jaskier has magic now, but that requires effort. Concentration. ]
Out there. By the portals. Flowers bloomed under your feet.