[His finger pauses where it messes about with the rim of his goblet. She is far from the first person to make such a fact so clear to him, yet it never fails to ring as dim as a broken bell, hearing it.]

Ah, yes. The herbs. [Look, it's enough to hear he did, even for a time, make her happy. Happiness can be fleeting.

Now he can't decide what story suits her most. Reflects this sadness most. There is the chance, of course, that no story is true, either. He wouldn't hold it against her if she played that sort of game.]

Well, I do so hate to crush your ambitions, but you are far from the worst company I've ever had. And besides. My usual company is neither fun nor likable, and I still like him quite fine.

[It's hard to tell someone in the right terms you needn't pretend happiness for me. He doesn't care either way. Geralt's about as far from the Sun that's emblazoned on Jaskier's clothing as this sphere is from his own. Neither fun nor likable. And still his best friend.] You know, I feel you put a bit too much effort in putting a warning sign on yourself. At least with me. I have a particular talent for ignoring them.