"Why, of course." Though he finds merit in not mentioning it was a somewhat unsettling shadow child without a face. But it was still an attempt. Geralt working with what he had to work with.

Jaskier still remembers the warmth with which Geralt would look at her. How it felt to place a crown of daisies on her head as she laughed. The shadow and Ciri and not the same person, but that same feeling being with them remains.

He smiles at her as they move along. She really is... something else. She is not Geralt, but certainly she is good. He believes that, at least. "We all want to belong. Luckily, you already do."