[ He thought he had. He doesn't say it, but before Jaskier had arrived in Brokilon, what was he to think? When Aretuza was burning and Vilgefortz had won and the tower—
Then Jaskier found him.
His gaze drops to the ground. He picks up the bottle again, tipping it back. If only he could stop. His family, they are his world. Perhaps he no longer fears what he must do to keep them. Only recently was Jaskier injured. And that has not been the first time. If the bard isn't careful, he may end up with another collection of scars.
Glancing back up, Geralt presses his hand to Jaskier's chest. Just under where he knows the scratches lie. He doesn't ask how it feels, if he's healing well, but the implicit question is there. ] It's as you said. This is who I am.
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Then Jaskier found him.
His gaze drops to the ground. He picks up the bottle again, tipping it back. If only he could stop. His family, they are his world. Perhaps he no longer fears what he must do to keep them. Only recently was Jaskier injured. And that has not been the first time. If the bard isn't careful, he may end up with another collection of scars.
Glancing back up, Geralt presses his hand to Jaskier's chest. Just under where he knows the scratches lie. He doesn't ask how it feels, if he's healing well, but the implicit question is there. ] It's as you said. This is who I am.