Ah. [It's his only response at first to what he knows is a solid yes. Perhaps it's a good sign that Geralt isn't blaming him for Yennefer finding him in the Horizon anyway, despite his best efforts. It's not as if he had the means to control her (nor did he ever want to.)
And truthfully -- though he does not speak it, knowing Geralt will call him a fool for the thought -- he believes that Yennefer was meant to find him there. A sort of inevitability, but more than that.
Jaskier jerks his head towards him, feeling a flare of shame as if Geralt had sensed his thoughts. The bard remains quiet, suddenly weighted with the question. It is not as out of the blue as an onlooker might assume. Geralt is simply like this. This must be what he's been thinking so hard over lately. Why he's spent far too long doing things like polishing his knife or cutting slices of bread.
He swirls his beer, putting his words into a careful line. It feels terribly important, what he decides to answer. Which is funny. Geralt could so easily ignore them, too.]
I think you both put far too much stock in the idea. [Both, he emphasizes. He licks his lips. Jaskier, too, may be saying too much. But he's seen things, whether he wanted to or not, between them. He's not so much a fool to think this conversation will make any difference in Geralt's mind, of what he believes in Destiny and wishes, but it is important to say it nonetheless.] I never considered magic part of your equation.
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And truthfully -- though he does not speak it, knowing Geralt will call him a fool for the thought -- he believes that Yennefer was meant to find him there. A sort of inevitability, but more than that.
Jaskier jerks his head towards him, feeling a flare of shame as if Geralt had sensed his thoughts. The bard remains quiet, suddenly weighted with the question. It is not as out of the blue as an onlooker might assume. Geralt is simply like this. This must be what he's been thinking so hard over lately. Why he's spent far too long doing things like polishing his knife or cutting slices of bread.
He swirls his beer, putting his words into a careful line. It feels terribly important, what he decides to answer. Which is funny. Geralt could so easily ignore them, too.]
I think you both put far too much stock in the idea. [Both, he emphasizes. He licks his lips. Jaskier, too, may be saying too much. But he's seen things, whether he wanted to or not, between them. He's not so much a fool to think this conversation will make any difference in Geralt's mind, of what he believes in Destiny and wishes, but it is important to say it nonetheless.] I never considered magic part of your equation.