[ sam's eyes fall back to jaskier's arm briefly, and linger for a moment longer than he intended, a little mesmerized by proof that the potion has started to work. he wonders if it's painful, how the tissue and veins stitch themselves back together, but jaskier barely seems to notice. sam's fingers gently curl around jaskier's wrist, feels an unnatural warmth coming from his skin closer there, but it's all good. it's magic. it's working. sam reminds himself to breathe a bit as his eyes turn back to the others, now, the woman who is giving jaskier a small, shy, and possibly a bit embarrassed smile. the way she steps a little closer, how she squeezes jaskier's hand a bit more.
it's not until jaskir says yen that sam feels his eyes widen. there's...no way, is there? the eyes are close enough, maybe, but the rest of this scene is too different from what sam knows of yennefer. lauded across the continent he says, and if sam wasn't already trying to keep up, he might have lifted a brow at that. ]
Of course. [ yennefer says, looking concerned but...fond? maybe? as she reaches up to brush hair from jaskier's forehead. as she tuts at him, worried, though with very little attention to the actual blood or sand or scrapes that cover him. some of those start to close too, with the potion, but there's a good chance sam won't really notice that until much later. because right now? he figures he just needs to start feeling comfortable in the confusion, which is why he's not at all the least bit surprised when another creature appears, fluttering behind yennefer's head.
this is jaskier's hallucination. it could be much worse. much worse than...whatever that flying, talking, round creature is apparently supposed to be. ]
You've already got an apprentice? [ sam tries to sound light, like he's more impressed with jaskier's teaching ability than anything else. ] Yeah I can...see how that would complicate things. [ paws...talking... sam glances back to the wound, only slightly using it as a grounding effort, and feels an immense relief in realizing he can't see bone any longer. it's working, but it still needs time. ]
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it's not until jaskir says yen that sam feels his eyes widen. there's...no way, is there? the eyes are close enough, maybe, but the rest of this scene is too different from what sam knows of yennefer. lauded across the continent he says, and if sam wasn't already trying to keep up, he might have lifted a brow at that. ]
Of course. [ yennefer says, looking concerned but...fond? maybe? as she reaches up to brush hair from jaskier's forehead. as she tuts at him, worried, though with very little attention to the actual blood or sand or scrapes that cover him. some of those start to close too, with the potion, but there's a good chance sam won't really notice that until much later. because right now? he figures he just needs to start feeling comfortable in the confusion, which is why he's not at all the least bit surprised when another creature appears, fluttering behind yennefer's head.
this is jaskier's hallucination. it could be much worse. much worse than...whatever that flying, talking, round creature is apparently supposed to be. ]
You've already got an apprentice? [ sam tries to sound light, like he's more impressed with jaskier's teaching ability than anything else. ] Yeah I can...see how that would complicate things. [ paws...talking... sam glances back to the wound, only slightly using it as a grounding effort, and feels an immense relief in realizing he can't see bone any longer. it's working, but it still needs time. ]
He should play something, right?