As she suspects, some of the conjured details fade when she sleeps, vanishing without her conscious magic to sustain them. The vase, the excess furniture—most of the floating lights other than the one above her bed.
The small basin of water remains. Can't complain. They didn't land near a readily available source, and he knows there won't be any for a couple of days.
In the distance, the howl of a desert wolf cuts through the air. Unlike the quieter daytime, there's a constant scurrying of feet and paws from lizards and rodents, digging up loose rocks and tunnelling after prey.
No monsters, though.
He passes her the bowl of food, followed by a small vial. "This should help."
He's taken to carrying standard potions in his bag—the kind brewed for the average human. Given the times he finds himself hunting with a companion these days, it only seems appropriate. He learnt his lesson after a snake slithered out of their cooking pot and Jaskier knocked his head on a rock.
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The small basin of water remains. Can't complain. They didn't land near a readily available source, and he knows there won't be any for a couple of days.
In the distance, the howl of a desert wolf cuts through the air. Unlike the quieter daytime, there's a constant scurrying of feet and paws from lizards and rodents, digging up loose rocks and tunnelling after prey.
No monsters, though.
He passes her the bowl of food, followed by a small vial. "This should help."
He's taken to carrying standard potions in his bag—the kind brewed for the average human. Given the times he finds himself hunting with a companion these days, it only seems appropriate. He learnt his lesson after a snake slithered out of their cooking pot and Jaskier knocked his head on a rock.