[Surprise strikes him again, and his brows raise into where his bangs curl over his brow. He means it, doesn't he? Estinien certainly doesn't strike the image he had when he was half a dragon, but he still maintains a bit of an intimidating stance. Or its his height.

Huh. He does mean it. He says it so... so nobly.

Like a knight. Ah.]

I don't expect an extra shred of help, honestly. [That's what it comes down to, in the end. To him, they're all on their own. Because even if Oliver released them to muck things up, there's still some underlying current of desire in the deed. Does he need them free for something, too?

Bleh. He hates all these bloody questions. Jaskier folds his arms over his chest, and the birds begin to chirp restlessly, reflecting his mood.] I hope you're not saying you mean to go back there for theoretical new recruits. I think it's quite in our best interest to stay away. At least for the moment. [Even if he already knows several bloody people with the idea of eventually going back. He can't imagine Geralt can ignore that Yennefer remains there for good.] I haven't much information yet to share, but I hope to look into ways that perhaps the mages here can prevent us from being tracked. If you mean to return, I believe preparations are in order first.