[ How else is he to pick up a bird? Jaskier fits in his hand; it's the simplest solution. Though what would Jaskier have done had Geralt not returned when he did? Stayed there all night? Squawk until someone heard?
His brows draw together. A larger bird. Mm-hm.
Geralt carries his friend inside, shutting the door firmly behind him. No need to let in more sand; they've plenty of it all over the rug. He sets Jaskier down on the table, then goes in search of a drink. The cabinets are well-stocked. It's been some time, he thinks, since the days where they counted out every copper.
He pulls the nearest jug off the shelf, sniffs it, and pours. ] If only Philippa Eilhart could see you now.
[ Jaskier is, at best, a third of the size of a large owl. Something the bard may realize when he puts the jug down next to the puff of feathers. For comparison. ]
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His brows draw together. A larger bird. Mm-hm.
Geralt carries his friend inside, shutting the door firmly behind him. No need to let in more sand; they've plenty of it all over the rug. He sets Jaskier down on the table, then goes in search of a drink. The cabinets are well-stocked. It's been some time, he thinks, since the days where they counted out every copper.
He pulls the nearest jug off the shelf, sniffs it, and pours. ] If only Philippa Eilhart could see you now.
[ Jaskier is, at best, a third of the size of a large owl. Something the bard may realize when he puts the jug down next to the puff of feathers. For comparison. ]