[Is that a note of regret he hears? Hard to say whether it could be for the quest they left behind, or Estinien's frustration with their situation now. It fascinates Jaskier a bit, how the opposite he is of Geralt's... well, his intentions, at least. This desire to be so terribly involved.
Jaskier gives him a smile, watching him eat. He leans into the vines and the vines shirt, as if to make him more comfortable.]
A familiar story. [Though Jaskier is neither knight nor hero, this is the quiet way he and Geralt have been for years. Separate paths that would converge for months, seasons at a time. And winter would come, with Geralt always heading to his fabled Kaer Morhen, which may as well have been a fantasy in his head with how much Jaskier knows about it. And then, somehow, they would find each other on the Path again, with Jaskier simply invading it, squeezing his way onto a Path that was not meant for bards.
It surely hasn't stopped him. Not a once. Until the mountain --]
You know, I don't think it's such a terrible thing to be glad about it. If I had arrived here alone... well, fuck, who knows where I'd be? As much as I wish my companions were where they were meant to be, I'd much rather be stuck in this misery with company. [This includes new company, as he gives Estinien a certain look.
Hm. A bit of self-deprecation. He purses his lips.] And why do you say that? Because you're a bit of a hothead? [He's being nice. But also straightforward.] I have a feeling she does not think you so easily swapped out for another. Besides, you have two souls, don't you? It's twice the fun.
[He really doesn't know how the dragon thing works. But he's supportive!]
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Jaskier gives him a smile, watching him eat. He leans into the vines and the vines shirt, as if to make him more comfortable.]
A familiar story. [Though Jaskier is neither knight nor hero, this is the quiet way he and Geralt have been for years. Separate paths that would converge for months, seasons at a time. And winter would come, with Geralt always heading to his fabled Kaer Morhen, which may as well have been a fantasy in his head with how much Jaskier knows about it. And then, somehow, they would find each other on the Path again, with Jaskier simply invading it, squeezing his way onto a Path that was not meant for bards.
It surely hasn't stopped him. Not a once. Until the mountain --]
You know, I don't think it's such a terrible thing to be glad about it. If I had arrived here alone... well, fuck, who knows where I'd be? As much as I wish my companions were where they were meant to be, I'd much rather be stuck in this misery with company. [This includes new company, as he gives Estinien a certain look.
Hm. A bit of self-deprecation. He purses his lips.] And why do you say that? Because you're a bit of a hothead? [He's being nice. But also straightforward.] I have a feeling she does not think you so easily swapped out for another. Besides, you have two souls, don't you? It's twice the fun.
[He really doesn't know how the dragon thing works. But he's supportive!]