[ Sam's place is quiet, compared to when he was last here. He's not asked much about Alina, but it's easy to gather what happened—especially knowing where Mal's got to. He tries not to concern himself with it. Not his business, nothing they can do about a decision Alina made of her own accord, and he's got more than enough on his mind, besides. It weighs on Sam, he knows, more than anyone else.
Geralt ends up moving to one of the beds, once he can get to his feet. Snatches another couple hours sleep before he wakes again. For awhile, he sits there. Listens to the heartbeats he can hear. The urge to walk away, to put distance between himself and everyone else lingers. He swallows it down, makes his way into the next room instead. Jaskier snores on the bed, sprawled under the blankets. It'd be easier to believe neither Jaskier nor Ciri have spent the past days, weeks, searching frantically for him, waiting for news, but that's not true. He knows he was...missed. (Knows this is not the first time Jaskier has worried over him. It's only that this feels different. More. It's been a long time since he's let himself be...)
He's silent, careful not to wake his friend. Tries to think where he'll start first, when Jaskier eventually stirs. When Jaskier will inevitably have questions, and tell him off for leaving him in the dark—for explaining fuck all, for not asking Jaskier to come ride for him sooner. Geralt has his reasons, for doing what he did. Still. He can't blame Jaskier for his ire. ]
jaskier.
Geralt ends up moving to one of the beds, once he can get to his feet. Snatches another couple hours sleep before he wakes again. For awhile, he sits there. Listens to the heartbeats he can hear. The urge to walk away, to put distance between himself and everyone else lingers. He swallows it down, makes his way into the next room instead. Jaskier snores on the bed, sprawled under the blankets. It'd be easier to believe neither Jaskier nor Ciri have spent the past days, weeks, searching frantically for him, waiting for news, but that's not true. He knows he was...missed. (Knows this is not the first time Jaskier has worried over him. It's only that this feels different. More. It's been a long time since he's let himself be...)
He's silent, careful not to wake his friend. Tries to think where he'll start first, when Jaskier eventually stirs. When Jaskier will inevitably have questions, and tell him off for leaving him in the dark—for explaining fuck all, for not asking Jaskier to come ride for him sooner. Geralt has his reasons, for doing what he did. Still. He can't blame Jaskier for his ire. ]