[This is what happens when Geralt explains thing piecemeal! Jaskier is left dangling, pulling the pieces together, when all the pieces have been broken further and don't even fit together. Jaskier doesn't flinch at his growling tone, but he does wait. Maybe Geralt will finally tell him what's going on.

And so he does. Jaskier's eyebrows knit together, his fingers knitting together too. This... this is far more complicated than what happened to Ciri. Isn't it? (To be fair, he still doesn't completely understand what happened then, either, as drunk and hungover as he'd been.)

But she had not been cursed. Not as far as he heard. That is something else entirely.

Jaskier rests a hand on Geralt's arm.] I apologize for telling you you should kill him. That was rather cold of me. [To put it very lightly...] I didn't realize you had become so close. [Perhaps the tree should have clued him in. He only thought it would be for another fallen hunter. Jaskier was not particularly liked by other Witchers, but that didn't mean he thought they should be forgotten. And neither should hunters here, either.] You don't know if you're wrong yet. You must hold onto that. And whatever I can do to help -- whatever it is, Geralt, you know I'll do it for you.