[ Julie has never met a personal boundary she wasn't afraid to break like glass. She'd say it could be chalked up to her time in isolation, which does strange things to one's ability to interact normally, but the truth is that she has always been quick to touch and grab and push, and whatever else she feels like. How other people want to deal with it is their problem.

She takes the bottle back, pours herself one more drink and chuckles at Jaskier's joke. ] Oh, trust me, he'll rest. He'll rest if I hafta to knock him clean out. I just... [ There's a pause and she watches the whiskey in her glass ripple. ] I dunno, I just wish he wasn't so surprised that I ain't leave him out to die. Only a fuckin' monster would do somethin' like that.

[ And it's not that she's so warm and helpful to total strangers, but he isn't a total stranger, and what does it say that he would think that when they have some semblance of a pre-existing relationship. Julie shrugs and takes a sip. ]

Yeah, we got mages. Nott's got all kinda magic, and it's different from the kind at the castle. Plus, everyone here hates the royals and the capital, so they'll do anythin' for gold. It's gonna cost a pretty penny, portal outta Thorne right now, but someone will take it on. I just gotta ask around.