[Jaskier purses his lips. He doesn't need to know what she's thinking to know what she's thinking.]

Why do you and Geralt always think I'm going to come up with the worst ideas? What do you think I'm going to do? Cut a finger off?

[He holds out his hand impatiently for the knife. Honestly, he does not appreciate being treated like a child just because a sharp object is within reach. It's as if all these people don't think he's survived on his own up to this point.] I'm just going to prick a finger. Come on, Ciri, we don't have all day.