[We sounds terribly lonely when one is still trying to decide if they are alive or dead in someone's life. He looks back at Geralt. For the Wticher, any explanation is a lot to give. It shows that he is attempting to...

Clear the air.

Geralt's exhalation is forced enough that a frown comes to Jaskier's brows. Without thinking about it, he takes Geralt's hand in his. He squeezes. He has only barely recovered and still is not quite sure what Geralt did for him. He does, however, recognize he was saved by him. Ciri and he both saved him. It would be silly to doubt the two of them after all of this -- after they have all taken care of each other -- but being left in the cold, it's easy for a mind to conjure all sorts of things.

He snorts.]

Now that, I believe. That sounds like your typical advice. [Whatever all of this is, Jaskier knows quite well he needs to speak with Ciri. Despite this new revelation. He needs her to know he doesn't blame her because, if she's anything like Geralt, she will. Even if she doesn't say it.]

I don't know what all of this is, as you well know, but it doesn't change much, either. We'll simply need to be more careful in the future. [He slides his hands away to pick at his sandwich now. It's his promise to talk to her. But... at least she's all right. He'd been fretting over it. What he could've done --]

And how are you? [He looks Geralt in the eye, reading his face.] Please, do not just say fine. Sam didn't need to tell me how far you rode. Or that...

[He silences. Or that you came for me.] Moreover, how is Roach? I hope she is being spoiled as we speak.