[ She expected shock, even fear. Anger at having been kept in the dark. She half expected him to ask her to leave. Because she knows it's a lot to process, she knows it's a lot to put on a person, and Jaskier doesn't have to be tied to it in quite the same way Geralt and Yennefer are out of necessity. Jaskier can decide to take his time, keep his distance, reassess the situation and how dangerous it is for him -- even more dangerous, potentially, than it was even back on the Continent, considering how little they understand about this plane and the Singularity.
What she doesn't expect is for Jaskier to... scold her?! For reassuring him that her priority is still to get them home safely??
Ciri flinches back slightly at his outburst, startled by the intensity of it. If Geralt's ears weren't already good enough to hear them whisper in this room, he'd definitely hear that. ]
Jaskier! Please, keep your voice down! [ She scrambles to catch his flailing arms by the wrists, halfway on top of his lap on the bed. He's probably not talking loudly enough for anyone outside to hear, but she's just a bit panicked and tightly-wound right now.
He asks her how she's calm. He thinks she's calm. Ciri stares at him with naked disbelief. She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. She doesn't know how to tell him that she's fucking scared to the marrow of her bones every blessed day and that she's lived like this for years and that if she doesn't figure out how to get them back home she might not even have any of them to return to, that she's terrified she'll end up wandering alone through unfamiliar planes, running and lost forever.
Of course she's losing her entire fucking head. Only constantly.
And after all this, after everything he's been through the last couple of days, after nearly losing a limb and his livelihood, this absolutely daft blockhead of a bard still wants to practice magic with her.
Ciri lets him go. She sits back down on the side of the bed and slumps over with her face in her hands and her elbows on her knees and just. Sits there. Shoulders shaking. Laughing and crying at the same time. ]
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What she doesn't expect is for Jaskier to... scold her?! For reassuring him that her priority is still to get them home safely??
Ciri flinches back slightly at his outburst, startled by the intensity of it. If Geralt's ears weren't already good enough to hear them whisper in this room, he'd definitely hear that. ]
Jaskier! Please, keep your voice down! [ She scrambles to catch his flailing arms by the wrists, halfway on top of his lap on the bed. He's probably not talking loudly enough for anyone outside to hear, but she's just a bit panicked and tightly-wound right now.
He asks her how she's calm. He thinks she's calm. Ciri stares at him with naked disbelief. She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. She doesn't know how to tell him that she's fucking scared to the marrow of her bones every blessed day and that she's lived like this for years and that if she doesn't figure out how to get them back home she might not even have any of them to return to, that she's terrified she'll end up wandering alone through unfamiliar planes, running and lost forever.
Of course she's losing her entire fucking head. Only constantly.
And after all this, after everything he's been through the last couple of days, after nearly losing a limb and his livelihood, this absolutely daft blockhead of a bard still wants to practice magic with her.
Ciri lets him go. She sits back down on the side of the bed and slumps over with her face in her hands and her elbows on her knees and just. Sits there. Shoulders shaking. Laughing and crying at the same time. ]