[Great. A lot of great information to have when they're attempting to not worry about Geralt, and not go after him. Ambushed. Who could ambush a Witcher? This wasn't like Geralt in the cells, when his senses were muted -- according to him.
He feels like his brain might burst soon. It's enough to focus on the horses, soothing them. He keeps a hand on his mare to keep himself standing.
Should they... do something? About them? It's the bloody desert. It wouldn't be a gesture of good will, for sure. And what could he do? Pull them under the sand with -- no. He'd rather not. (The crack of those bones still lingered in his head.)
He gives a nod and gets on his horse, waiting for Ciri to lead the way back. At the very least, they retrieved Geralt's things. Gods know they can't afford another fucking sword.
Jaskier clears his throat, sticking close to her as night approaches.] I have. An inquiry.
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He feels like his brain might burst soon. It's enough to focus on the horses, soothing them. He keeps a hand on his mare to keep himself standing.
Should they... do something? About them? It's the bloody desert. It wouldn't be a gesture of good will, for sure. And what could he do? Pull them under the sand with -- no. He'd rather not. (The crack of those bones still lingered in his head.)
He gives a nod and gets on his horse, waiting for Ciri to lead the way back. At the very least, they retrieved Geralt's things. Gods know they can't afford another fucking sword.
Jaskier clears his throat, sticking close to her as night approaches.] I have. An inquiry.
[It says enough that he stops there.]