[ He grows quiet, too. He does not like making promises he can't keep. Sometimes it feels like this is one where he can't, and yet he knows he won't allow himself to not keep it, either.
His heart feels tight. There's a faint smile at the image of Jaskier anxiously baking bread. It fades quickly, half-hearted. He wants to feel better about being home, and in some ways he does. But in other ways, it opens...paths he does not wish to walk. Doors he'd forced shut while he'd been busy trying to make it through the night.
He pushes it aside once more. There are things she needs to know, things he will tell her. He just needs some time to think, and he suspects she needs it, too, before she attempts the questions that undoubtedly burn inside her. They will not be answers she wants to hear, but they both know he will not mince words with her. ] I'm expecting you saved me at least half a loaf.
[ Feels like circumstances call for freshly baked bread, at the very least. ]
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His heart feels tight. There's a faint smile at the image of Jaskier anxiously baking bread. It fades quickly, half-hearted. He wants to feel better about being home, and in some ways he does. But in other ways, it opens...paths he does not wish to walk. Doors he'd forced shut while he'd been busy trying to make it through the night.
He pushes it aside once more. There are things she needs to know, things he will tell her. He just needs some time to think, and he suspects she needs it, too, before she attempts the questions that undoubtedly burn inside her. They will not be answers she wants to hear, but they both know he will not mince words with her. ] I'm expecting you saved me at least half a loaf.
[ Feels like circumstances call for freshly baked bread, at the very least. ]