[Jaskier may have hummed as a response. It remains true, either way. And if he is to remember how he felt -- well, however long ago it was, it feels true for him, too.
In a way, it's almost worse now, when he feels sort of numb.
So it was until she shows up, holding his hand. It feels quite warm, actually. A part of Jaskier knows quite well this is not correct, but the thought appears and dissolves, because this is what he wants right now. Someone rushing to his side because he was hurt, holding onto him with concern. That it is Yennefer is even better.]
How could you not know? Her name is lauded across the Continent. [Not as she is; he says it for that shy little smile she'd given him before, because... it's sweet. And he wants to think of anything else but --
Well, whatever his problem was a moment ago.] Yen, I hope you took care of the horses. And Moglad. He's so smitten with you.
[Ah, and there he is! The moogle flutters behind Yennefer's head, giving a spin through the air with a flutter of his wings. He bows to his master, his bard hat not hiding his pom, but still placed at a jaunty angle on top of his very round head. I certainly couldn't let her come alone, kupo!
To Jaskier, it makes perfect sense everyone would come to see him so urgently. He barely needs the potion's help to imagine this.] Oooh, Sam! You can meet Moglad! He's my apprentice. Very talented considering he only has paws.
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In a way, it's almost worse now, when he feels sort of numb.
So it was until she shows up, holding his hand. It feels quite warm, actually. A part of Jaskier knows quite well this is not correct, but the thought appears and dissolves, because this is what he wants right now. Someone rushing to his side because he was hurt, holding onto him with concern. That it is Yennefer is even better.]
How could you not know? Her name is lauded across the Continent. [Not as she is; he says it for that shy little smile she'd given him before, because... it's sweet. And he wants to think of anything else but --
Well, whatever his problem was a moment ago.] Yen, I hope you took care of the horses. And Moglad. He's so smitten with you.
[Ah, and there he is! The moogle flutters behind Yennefer's head, giving a spin through the air with a flutter of his wings. He bows to his master, his bard hat not hiding his pom, but still placed at a jaunty angle on top of his very round head. I certainly couldn't let her come alone, kupo!
To Jaskier, it makes perfect sense everyone would come to see him so urgently. He barely needs the potion's help to imagine this.] Oooh, Sam! You can meet Moglad! He's my apprentice. Very talented considering he only has paws.