[ Geralt snorts softly. Now that Jaskier's no longer flailing in the tub, he goes back to trying to finish scrubbing the layers of grime off his skin. He's so damn tired. Of everything, right now. Not that he expected anything to be less complicated once they escaped. It's just—
He's hardly had a chance to breathe for the past months. Even before the mages drew him from that forsaken fucking well. ]
Other than the power to dissolve a marriage before sundown? [ There's faint amusement there, though, hidden beneath the dry remark. Not his concern, that some find a bard more charming than the snoring drunkard they have waiting back home. (This is not him acknowledging Jaskier has any charm at all. Because he doesn't.)
He looks up as the citrus scent fills the air. Hm. He'd a feeling Jaskier would grasp it once he calmed down. Geralt reaches for one of the stalks. Jaskier's managed to summon not just any plant, but an exotic one on top of that. Or. Perhaps that's not so for the climate here. He wonders if that matters for Jaskier's power to work, or if he can grow anything with roots.
He hands back the stalk. His expression is thoughtful. ] I might, in fact.
[ He can't recreate his elixirs here; that much is without question. The ingredients require more than a handful of plants, common or uncommon. What he needs goes beyond that. But healing salves and draughts can work well enough. And unlike a Witcher's concoction, Ciri could use them. ]
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He's hardly had a chance to breathe for the past months. Even before the mages drew him from that forsaken fucking well. ]
Other than the power to dissolve a marriage before sundown? [ There's faint amusement there, though, hidden beneath the dry remark. Not his concern, that some find a bard more charming than the snoring drunkard they have waiting back home. (This is not him acknowledging Jaskier has any charm at all. Because he doesn't.)
He looks up as the citrus scent fills the air. Hm. He'd a feeling Jaskier would grasp it once he calmed down. Geralt reaches for one of the stalks. Jaskier's managed to summon not just any plant, but an exotic one on top of that. Or. Perhaps that's not so for the climate here. He wonders if that matters for Jaskier's power to work, or if he can grow anything with roots.
He hands back the stalk. His expression is thoughtful. ] I might, in fact.
[ He can't recreate his elixirs here; that much is without question. The ingredients require more than a handful of plants, common or uncommon. What he needs goes beyond that. But healing salves and draughts can work well enough. And unlike a Witcher's concoction, Ciri could use them. ]