[ The noise he makes is one of acknowledgement. Dean is here; Geralt understands that, too. The open reluctance, yet being there, anyhow. Jaskier had seen that in him a long time ago, and he's been around enough people akin to himself that he gets that it means more than what's actually said.
Speaking of Jaskier. He glances over, a wrinkle between his forehead. Then he gives a huff. ]
His birds are the size of grapes. [ All right, slightly larger, but his point stands. He assumes Dean didn't sustain any significant damage from the attack. ] Did you insult his music?
[ Or was this a long-born grudge from further back? A lot has happened since Dean's turn as a demon. It's not quite where his mind leaps. As far he knows, he encouraged Nadine several weeks ago to tell Jaskier what actually occurred between them, then decided that was as far as he was going to interfere and asked no more about it. ]
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Speaking of Jaskier. He glances over, a wrinkle between his forehead. Then he gives a huff. ]
His birds are the size of grapes. [ All right, slightly larger, but his point stands. He assumes Dean didn't sustain any significant damage from the attack. ] Did you insult his music?
[ Or was this a long-born grudge from further back? A lot has happened since Dean's turn as a demon. It's not quite where his mind leaps. As far he knows, he encouraged Nadine several weeks ago to tell Jaskier what actually occurred between them, then decided that was as far as he was going to interfere and asked no more about it. ]