[Jaskier can definitely say this must be the first time in his life he's been treated like a threat -- which he has decided he does not like very much. He would not have claimed Ciri and he were close (yet!), but now she feels even more distant.

He is the first to close that distance, reaching to touch her knee. He wishes she would hug him, honestly. He could use it. And Geralt is not a hugger.

Jaskier does not interrupt her explanation, which he mostly expected in the first place. Instead he bites his way dutifully through more apple slices, the taste nice and crisp. With his lack of surprise, it must be obvious Geralt mentioned it before.]

You know, I was wondering what you two were keeping from me. I thought it was something more fun, like a surprise party. Or Witcher things. [He gives her a smile, sliding the plate over to offer her some apple. She brought it, but it's only polite.] Ciri, my dear, I never believed for a second you would want to. Besides, I'm fairly sure you could arm wrestle me to death if the mood ever took you.

[Perhaps he should be a bit more gentle around the mood of death, but -- well, it's certainly not his first time, and it. It's different, but he mustn't be different. Jaskier easily slides into humor as his strength returns.] And, to be fair... I did not know my own flora would react like that, either. I think our magic was simply trying to protect us. Yours with a hint more exuberance than mine.