[ The bottle doesn't stay with him long. Eventually, he sets it aside and lays down. Sleep won't come, but he's fucking tired. Weary to the bone. He feels like he's aged another decade.
At least his leg has stopped aching. Perhaps the pain was merely a ghost.
He grunts. ] I'm not saving you again.
[ They both know that isn't true. He tucks one arm behind his head and closes his eyes. Later, there will be people to talk to, discussions to be had, items to collect. Life goes on. But right now, he just wants a moment of quiet. Alone, with Jaskier.
At the start, it was only the two of them. And then in Brokilon, they were alone together once more. The dryads and Milva, yes, but—mostly just he and Jaskier in that foliage canopy he never wants to see again. ]
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At least his leg has stopped aching. Perhaps the pain was merely a ghost.
He grunts. ] I'm not saving you again.
[ They both know that isn't true. He tucks one arm behind his head and closes his eyes. Later, there will be people to talk to, discussions to be had, items to collect. Life goes on. But right now, he just wants a moment of quiet. Alone, with Jaskier.
At the start, it was only the two of them. And then in Brokilon, they were alone together once more. The dryads and Milva, yes, but—mostly just he and Jaskier in that foliage canopy he never wants to see again. ]