[ Jaskier's hand around his makes him blink. Part of him relaxes, a hint. He's tired. That's all. Tired and he'd been inches away from losing Jaskier and shit, his arm. It's healed now, but all of it feels too close. A razor's edge from spinning out of control. Perhaps it says something that Geralt does not pull out of Jaskier's grasp. He thinks, briefly, of Jaskier lazily leaning in to kiss him over a bottle of wine and wonders if Jaskier realizes just how rare those moments of careless simplicity are to him.
He accepts the promise, wordless. He's worried for Ciri, too. Wishes he knew more, that he could do more.
Quietly, he bundles up his concerns, puts them aside. Jaskier is alive. In the end, that's the most important part. ]
What happened to finding the topic of horses unattractive? [ His eyebrow lifts. Roach is perfectly content. Grazing in her stables, treated to an apple. Couldn't be better. He'd ridden far, but. Hell, he'll ride as far as he needs to for Jaskier. That's never in doubt in his mind.
And perhaps he's avoiding the question of how he's doing, though after a second, Geralt returns to it. He is fine, physically, but he knows that's not exactly what Jaskier is asking after. Despite himself, he admits, ] I could use a drink or three.
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He accepts the promise, wordless. He's worried for Ciri, too. Wishes he knew more, that he could do more.
Quietly, he bundles up his concerns, puts them aside. Jaskier is alive. In the end, that's the most important part. ]
What happened to finding the topic of horses unattractive? [ His eyebrow lifts. Roach is perfectly content. Grazing in her stables, treated to an apple. Couldn't be better. He'd ridden far, but. Hell, he'll ride as far as he needs to for Jaskier. That's never in doubt in his mind.
And perhaps he's avoiding the question of how he's doing, though after a second, Geralt returns to it. He is fine, physically, but he knows that's not exactly what Jaskier is asking after. Despite himself, he admits, ] I could use a drink or three.