To Jaskier, it is not mere charm that helps him get Ciri to join him in his wagon, but luck. He could not tell what she thinks of him, really, with memories, let alone without them. She's a lovely woman either way, though she certainly shows bits more of Geralt now more than ever, and Jaskier enjoys her company. (And, perhaps, he feels some obligation in ensuring that her loss of memories won't endanger her.

Though he's still quite sure she could take anyone who may try.)

"I know Geralt must be around here somewhere. We'll simply keep looking until --"

The goldfinch gives a few chirps, rearranging itself on its perch on top of the wagon. And there, from behind them, does Geralt appear.

Of course. Just when it suits him. Jaskier purses his lips. "Well, hello to you too! We are both perfectly all right, as you can see." He halts his wagon, patting her on the knee. "This is Geralt. Clearly he's been looking for you." He moves in close to add in a conspiratorial whisper, knowing full well Geralt can hear, "He's very emotional, like I said. Be gentle with him. He'll cry at the drop of a hat."