[He already knows this is going to be a lot, so actually, Jaskier takes both of those offerings immediately. He falls into a seat, grabbing his drink to all but chug it, so the sounds of his swallow can overcome the sound of his heartbeat in his ear.
There are props to give to Julie for simply going all into it, but he is not in the mind to give it. He pushes the stein back so there's enough room to hold his head up in both hands, listening. The most quiet he's been in his life. Geralt is alive, and he is healing. It's bad -- it's bad, he thinks, to one who doesn't know him. Who hasn't seen the things Geralt has survived.
As much as Jaskier would like to think so, though, a Witcher isn't immortal. And if they had the power to take his mutations, to alter them, the one time --
Of course it's Yennefer. It's always bloody fucking Yennefer.
Jaskier lets out a sigh that takes his soul out with it.]
Fucking. All this time, that's what he meant. Not to go after Thorne. [And what did this mean? Did they get out of him what they wanted? Some knowledge that Geralt could have that would be this important? Spies in the Free Cities? The movements of Marlo?
He squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn't know how to thank them, the two of them. He was only thankful that any of them knew Nadine and Julie at all. That Geralt trusted them enough to show up like that.]
Fuck. [He drops his hands, wiping his face. He looks to Ciri, knowing his face mirrors hers.] He's all right, Ciri. We'll get him back. [And he turns back to Julie, takes her hand in both of his.] I don't know how to thank you. For bringing that fucking brute in. You and Nadine.
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There are props to give to Julie for simply going all into it, but he is not in the mind to give it. He pushes the stein back so there's enough room to hold his head up in both hands, listening. The most quiet he's been in his life. Geralt is alive, and he is healing. It's bad -- it's bad, he thinks, to one who doesn't know him. Who hasn't seen the things Geralt has survived.
As much as Jaskier would like to think so, though, a Witcher isn't immortal. And if they had the power to take his mutations, to alter them, the one time --
Of course it's Yennefer. It's always bloody fucking Yennefer.
Jaskier lets out a sigh that takes his soul out with it.]
Fucking. All this time, that's what he meant. Not to go after Thorne. [And what did this mean? Did they get out of him what they wanted? Some knowledge that Geralt could have that would be this important? Spies in the Free Cities? The movements of Marlo?
He squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn't know how to thank them, the two of them. He was only thankful that any of them knew Nadine and Julie at all. That Geralt trusted them enough to show up like that.]
Fuck. [He drops his hands, wiping his face. He looks to Ciri, knowing his face mirrors hers.] He's all right, Ciri. We'll get him back. [And he turns back to Julie, takes her hand in both of his.] I don't know how to thank you. For bringing that fucking brute in. You and Nadine.