[ His lips twitch. He studies Jaskier for a few seconds longer before letting the subject go. If his friend is not ready to speak on it, he won't press.
He sets the bottle down without taking another drink. Stretches his leg out. He has not stopped to look for scars, though the wounds have likely left a mark. Jaskier's burns appeared, after all. The Singularity is fond of its gifts. ]
Not really. [ It isn't a straightforward no, which says more than his answer. After his back knitted together, after Yennefer stabilized his leg, finished healing it—he could move. He could walk. But he still felt it, where the bone mended. Sometimes it came sharp with each step; other times, it would fade. Now is no different. Like the stretching of a scar, the phantom itch or burn that would flare beneath his healed skin—even years later. ]
You needn't worry, Jaskier. I remember healing.
[ It isn't as it was with Yennefer—lacking both memories and magic. Which...he will speak to her soon. He just needs a little time. ]
no subject
He sets the bottle down without taking another drink. Stretches his leg out. He has not stopped to look for scars, though the wounds have likely left a mark. Jaskier's burns appeared, after all. The Singularity is fond of its gifts. ]
Not really. [ It isn't a straightforward no, which says more than his answer. After his back knitted together, after Yennefer stabilized his leg, finished healing it—he could move. He could walk. But he still felt it, where the bone mended. Sometimes it came sharp with each step; other times, it would fade. Now is no different. Like the stretching of a scar, the phantom itch or burn that would flare beneath his healed skin—even years later. ]
You needn't worry, Jaskier. I remember healing.
[ It isn't as it was with Yennefer—lacking both memories and magic. Which...he will speak to her soon. He just needs a little time. ]