Geralt, she's a horse. She does not. And why would she bite me? I'm much nicer than you!
[The exclamation makes him cough. Worth it. He takes a few gulps, shifting his legs under his blanket. It gives him a good way to hide any potential laughing he may do. Geralt's defense of his horse is not surprising, and yet it's always been... so fucking funny. Melitele herself would not dare insult Roach where Geralt could hear. (Only Jaskier dares, somehow.)
Jaskier throws his hands towards his friend as if to show this is exactly one way in which Jaskier is much nicer than him. He would never steal half a sick man's bed. And so why is he shifting over and making room with only a few mumbles of complaint? It. Doesn't matter.]
Don't tell me you're trying to escape Sam. [He even lifts the corner of the blanket and drops it on the Witcher's legs.] Though I imagine he must be overbearing to someone like you.
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[The exclamation makes him cough. Worth it. He takes a few gulps, shifting his legs under his blanket. It gives him a good way to hide any potential laughing he may do. Geralt's defense of his horse is not surprising, and yet it's always been... so fucking funny. Melitele herself would not dare insult Roach where Geralt could hear. (Only Jaskier dares, somehow.)
Jaskier throws his hands towards his friend as if to show this is exactly one way in which Jaskier is much nicer than him. He would never steal half a sick man's bed. And so why is he shifting over and making room with only a few mumbles of complaint? It. Doesn't matter.]
Don't tell me you're trying to escape Sam. [He even lifts the corner of the blanket and drops it on the Witcher's legs.] Though I imagine he must be overbearing to someone like you.