[Jaskier barrels past both of them; not only because he wishes to not look at that thing's face again when it was mere feet away from his cock, but because he also knows the safest place to be is behind the men with the swords. The men with swords one is freinds with.
And with enough space between himself and the fire, where he ducks behind the horses, where Feainna has also come to tremble with a pathetic, wisp of a kweh call to him, her body shivering. While she's much larger than the corpse, Jaskier's panic has only pinged the bird part of her brain that knows fear is meant to be shared. Thus bard and bird stay behind the horses... both peeking out at the corpse that followed him to camp. Despite his shaking hands, still startled by the appearance of the creature, Jaskier gathers the horses' reins and coaxes Feainna to stay near him, as they all cuddle together some safe distance away.]
Get it! Oh -- dodge! Chop its bloody head off!
[That rotten-toothed grin is going to be haunting his nightmares. His encouragement hardly shows any worry for Geralt, because getting thrown about is hardly new for him.]
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And with enough space between himself and the fire, where he ducks behind the horses, where Feainna has also come to tremble with a pathetic, wisp of a kweh call to him, her body shivering. While she's much larger than the corpse, Jaskier's panic has only pinged the bird part of her brain that knows fear is meant to be shared. Thus bard and bird stay behind the horses... both peeking out at the corpse that followed him to camp. Despite his shaking hands, still startled by the appearance of the creature, Jaskier gathers the horses' reins and coaxes Feainna to stay near him, as they all cuddle together some safe distance away.]
Get it! Oh -- dodge! Chop its bloody head off!
[That rotten-toothed grin is going to be haunting his nightmares. His encouragement hardly shows any worry for Geralt, because getting thrown about is hardly new for him.]