[ A smallest curl lifts his lips, at least for a moment. There are, if he sits and thinks about it, dozens of stories he has about Jaskier. Even for a Witcher, two decades is awhile. A long time to have—a companion. He wonders if Ciri has any of her own. If he and Jaskier were still...friends, that many more years, he imagines Jaskier must've spent plenty of time with her, too.
He gives a soft snort. Very little was what. ] His complete lack of shame.
[ Another flat rock joins. He glances over while Ciri builds her structure. His shoulders relax just a touch. A light breeze stirs the dry earth around them. They'll be all right, her and Jaskier. It's a thought he holds firm because, right now, dwelling on the alternative will do nothing to help.
Besides, Red is here, waiting to guide them the rest of the way come morning. Geralt wants to think, if Jaskier were gone, his magic and its creations would be, too. ]
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[ A smallest curl lifts his lips, at least for a moment. There are, if he sits and thinks about it, dozens of stories he has about Jaskier. Even for a Witcher, two decades is awhile. A long time to have—a companion. He wonders if Ciri has any of her own. If he and Jaskier were still...friends, that many more years, he imagines Jaskier must've spent plenty of time with her, too.
He gives a soft snort. Very little was what. ] His complete lack of shame.
[ Another flat rock joins. He glances over while Ciri builds her structure. His shoulders relax just a touch. A light breeze stirs the dry earth around them. They'll be all right, her and Jaskier. It's a thought he holds firm because, right now, dwelling on the alternative will do nothing to help.
Besides, Red is here, waiting to guide them the rest of the way come morning. Geralt wants to think, if Jaskier were gone, his magic and its creations would be, too. ]