[Not easily gotten, then. He'd imagined, somehow, it was as simple as asking someone like Ronan -- but that was a bit ridiculous considering the circumstances, wasn't it? Jaskier sets asides the questions he wants to ask to allow the Witcher the quiet he'll likely not find much elsewhere. Geralt knows they all want answers. And he'll give them, as he does, in time.

Jaskier will return the favor. He'll tell Geralt what he found in Kaer Morhen that he didn't mean to. What it means. Perhaps they won't even reach that topic at all.

It's enough to see him again. That despite their conflicts in the past, and surely the future, it is enough to have him nearby. (Funny, when their absences from each other had been their own sort of delight: the promise of a fire-warmed winter and plenty of bodies and drink in Oxenfurt. Then the coming of spring, where he would find the Witcher again, somewhere, on the path, and it was always with a celebratory anticipation in his heart.)]

Hilarious, as always. I see your level of effort with humor has neither risen nor fallen.

[So the medallion is like the one from the Continent. Just to test it, Jaskier places his palm over it, growing a sweet little buttercup in his other hand.

He reaches to tuck it behind Geralt's ear. It's not a reunion if he doesn't do something to annoy him.] How's the old knee? Give me another day, I think I can heal the rest. Yes, yes. You're welcome.