[ She smiles too, shoulders relaxing, and takes her drink to sit where Geralt can join her. She hasn't caught on yet, but when she sees the packs at dawn, it won't be hard to figure out.

At the mention of Jaskier, a put-upon sigh. ]

Conspired really is the word.

But... yes. It turned out to be a pleasant enough time. There were many familiar faces there. [ Somehow, she keeps getting surprised by how many people have surrounded her as 'friends,' those both of casual acquaintance and some whose deeper trust has been earned. ]

I learned a local game involving hitting a ball over a net. Don't laugh. It is a bit more challenging than it sounds when it's on sand. Easy enough to win, still.