[Jaskier makes sure his huff is much more bothered and much louder than Geralt's own. His heart is settling but he's still freaked out in a way he can't really pin down anymore. Or, rather... changes he does not want to voice to Geralt in particular. Because it feels like his body is not entirely his own anymore, now that this world... or the Singularity... can decide to alter it for him.

Give him access to powers he did not have before. And did nothing to earn.

He sighs, but after rinsing his head he wipes the water away to watch Geralt's exit from the tub, water cascading down his naked body. Far be it for Jaskier to be so foolish he gives up a free sight. (It does help to know that Geralt's body doesn't look terribly worse from wear, from his time in the dungeons.)]

Yes, thank you for updating me. It's not as if I've followed you on it for any length of time. [The sarcasm comes easily, but not so smoothly as before. He really should simply go back to bed. Or, ah, the floor, as it was.] You had better sleep this time. I know you haven't at all.

[There is the faintest amusement on his face as he says it, knowing the irony of mothering a Witcher about his bedtime habits.] You're already cantankerous enough as is.