In most circumstances his balance is reasonably well, and he does know Geralt, but the blow does almost make him tumble over before he catches himself with a huff. That's. Wow. They are very strong.

Eyes on the prize, Jaskier.

"I can think of no better example of resilience! That you should still have such light in your music in your current circumstances is... it's beautiful. I mean that."

He wanted to be that, too. That light. It was why he ever became the Sandpiper. It was not about meaning something to people -- he's already done that, and that was not what the elves needed. What they needed was more than purpose. It was hope.

Jaskier follows with light steps, clutching the strap across his back. "It is! I have some talent with several instruments, but the lute has forever been the one that calls to me the most." As they walk, his gaze hardly leaves the Draconae's face. "I would be honored to play for you. Whatever sort you'd like. However... if you want something exotic, I would write ballads -- stories -- from my own sphere. The place I came from, I mean, to this... world. Would that please you?"