[Of course he doesn't take the offering, because when has Geralt made a single fucking thing in his life, or anyone's life involved with him, easier? He bites his remarks back, though there is something to be said for the ease in settling in anger instead of this sick, sick worry like a weight at the bottom of his gut. Wondering, because the circumstances are so different, if this is the one time Geralt doesn't make it --
Anger. Easier. Irritation? Perfectly suitable. He often settles in that feeling.
Jaskier grips Geralt tight, urging Roach back to the town with what energy she has left in her. Luckily she's become quite accustomed to the treats his plants offer, and she's much more willing to go after her last handful of berries. Jaskier remains uncharacteristically silent, all of his focus going to shifting his weight and moving his arms to ensure Geralt doesn't fall. His heart beats in his ears, the only sound he really hears anymore. If he goes down, they both will.
His birds call an alarm; Jaskier directs Roach to the east as they circumvent some shape in the dark, an unfamiliar sound similar to a scream calling out. Further on, the gates of Cadens rise, and Jaskier has taken to digging his teeth into his lip to outsource the strained pain in his arm from an hour of holding Geraly up.
The silence between them only breaks with Geralt's clipped order. Jaskier gives him a look, stiff with ache and sweat. Could he have another potion? Gods. That would be wonderful.] Sam's it is.
[Not much closer than their own home, but. A little. He directs Roach there, stopping her about as close to his door as they can get.
Fuck. If Sam isn't in... Jaskier sends a spell up to Red, to call for his attention.] Sam! Open up!
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Anger. Easier. Irritation? Perfectly suitable. He often settles in that feeling.
Jaskier grips Geralt tight, urging Roach back to the town with what energy she has left in her. Luckily she's become quite accustomed to the treats his plants offer, and she's much more willing to go after her last handful of berries. Jaskier remains uncharacteristically silent, all of his focus going to shifting his weight and moving his arms to ensure Geralt doesn't fall. His heart beats in his ears, the only sound he really hears anymore. If he goes down, they both will.
His birds call an alarm; Jaskier directs Roach to the east as they circumvent some shape in the dark, an unfamiliar sound similar to a scream calling out. Further on, the gates of Cadens rise, and Jaskier has taken to digging his teeth into his lip to outsource the strained pain in his arm from an hour of holding Geraly up.
The silence between them only breaks with Geralt's clipped order. Jaskier gives him a look, stiff with ache and sweat. Could he have another potion? Gods. That would be wonderful.] Sam's it is.
[Not much closer than their own home, but. A little. He directs Roach there, stopping her about as close to his door as they can get.
Fuck. If Sam isn't in... Jaskier sends a spell up to Red, to call for his attention.] Sam! Open up!