[ Geralt blinks, caught off-guard. He never begrudged Jaskier for that remark. Callous, perhaps, but isn't he the same? Mincing words has never been at the forefront of his mind—either for himself or his companions. Jaskier had not said anything he didn't already know.
But he does appreciate it. The sentiment behind it. He keeps his friendships close to his chest, it's true. Dean, Nero—even Alucard. They're people he would rely on in a heartbeat, but whom he simply does not speak of much. It's not deliberate. Habit, maybe. The nature of a Witcher, wandering from city to city, kingdom to kingdom. Forging bonds with people who would never meet in their lifetimes.
Here, it's different. How interconnected they all are.
In the end, he hums, accepting the apology for what it is. ]
I know. [ His answer is soft. The warmth of Jaskier's hand seeps into his skin. ] I realize I told you to stay in the city. But I'm glad you were there.
[ To intervene, to help, to keep him grounded. He needs his friend. That's no longer a point he contends. ]
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But he does appreciate it. The sentiment behind it. He keeps his friendships close to his chest, it's true. Dean, Nero—even Alucard. They're people he would rely on in a heartbeat, but whom he simply does not speak of much. It's not deliberate. Habit, maybe. The nature of a Witcher, wandering from city to city, kingdom to kingdom. Forging bonds with people who would never meet in their lifetimes.
Here, it's different. How interconnected they all are.
In the end, he hums, accepting the apology for what it is. ]
I know. [ His answer is soft. The warmth of Jaskier's hand seeps into his skin. ] I realize I told you to stay in the city. But I'm glad you were there.
[ To intervene, to help, to keep him grounded. He needs his friend. That's no longer a point he contends. ]