[Jaskier waves a hand.] I think I'm questioned out for the night. [There will be plenty of time for that later, now that he's --
He does not want to stress Ciri out anymore. He's already made her cry, which is a terribly blow to his chivalrous reputation, which he undoubtedly has and maintains consistently.
Jaskier nods. Geralt would certainly know now, if he was listening. Which he probably was. It was simply a thing Jaskier has put up with on his travels with the Witcher. Nothing is secret, nor sacred. Geralt's manners are akin to a mule's, and hhe is subtle about absolutely fucking nothing.
It's charming. (Maybe.)
Jaskier's gaze flicks away at the mention of Yennefer, a suddenly roiling in his stomach that leaves him uncomfortable. Oh. Oh, no. Oh, fuck. Because the mention of her reminds him that. That he'd seen her. In his visions. The Yennefer he met in the Horizon. The one that --
He clears his throat.] I see. I thought perhaps she was simply having another spat with Geralt. [He turns back to Ciri.] I'm glad we've... we've talked, Ciri. I want you to know I hold nothing against you, I promise. And I don't want to drive you to fear these things you can do. Having only met you and beginning to know you, I am sure they can be beautiful things.
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He does not want to stress Ciri out anymore. He's already made her cry, which is a terribly blow to his chivalrous reputation, which he undoubtedly has and maintains consistently.
Jaskier nods. Geralt would certainly know now, if he was listening. Which he probably was. It was simply a thing Jaskier has put up with on his travels with the Witcher. Nothing is secret, nor sacred. Geralt's manners are akin to a mule's, and hhe is subtle about absolutely fucking nothing.
It's charming. (Maybe.)
Jaskier's gaze flicks away at the mention of Yennefer, a suddenly roiling in his stomach that leaves him uncomfortable. Oh. Oh, no. Oh, fuck. Because the mention of her reminds him that. That he'd seen her. In his visions. The Yennefer he met in the Horizon. The one that --
He clears his throat.] I see. I thought perhaps she was simply having another spat with Geralt. [He turns back to Ciri.] I'm glad we've... we've talked, Ciri. I want you to know I hold nothing against you, I promise. And I don't want to drive you to fear these things you can do. Having only met you and beginning to know you, I am sure they can be beautiful things.