[Jaskier starts at the sound, turning to the door. Since there was a knock, that easily eliminates Geralt. He expects Sam, of course, so when it's Ciri's voice, he possibly sounds a bit too eager.]

Ciri, yes! Yes, of course! [He nearly wheezes from the exuberance. Fuck. He coughs, beating his chest.]

My apologies. I'd get the door myself --

[But by the time she's opened it, he's barely moved the blankets off his legs. Which is for the best. He'd probably trip on the way there.] Yet you're far quicker than me, especially now. [He smiles to see her, and it's real relief in his sigh to see she appears completely unharmed. No worse for wear than if they'd simply gone on a horse ride.] How are you, my dear?