[ Ciri is wheezing. She's collapsed on the bar with her head in her arms, crying more out of sheer relief and shock at everything else than because it really is that funny. Certainly not funny enough to warrant such an explosive reaction.
But after worrying after Geralt, never quite sure if he was still alive or dead, knowing he'd been ambushed and taken somewhere, and then finding out it was Thorne, and they'd hurt him that badly but he'd escaped-- Fuck. Everything in the desert. Jaskier almost dying (again). The discovery of her regained ability. Being approached by the soldiers and escorted to a cell. She hasn't slept in days. She hasn't let herself cry, or accept anything, focused only on pushing forward no matter that they had no idea which direction to go in.
All that, and now she's sitting at Julie's fake bar getting fake drunk while Julie paints images of Geralt riding a giant insect.
Gods, she's glad he's alive. ]
A- a roach is... it's a fish. She's just a little-- fish.
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But after worrying after Geralt, never quite sure if he was still alive or dead, knowing he'd been ambushed and taken somewhere, and then finding out it was Thorne, and they'd hurt him that badly but he'd escaped-- Fuck. Everything in the desert. Jaskier almost dying (again). The discovery of her regained ability. Being approached by the soldiers and escorted to a cell. She hasn't slept in days. She hasn't let herself cry, or accept anything, focused only on pushing forward no matter that they had no idea which direction to go in.
All that, and now she's sitting at Julie's fake bar getting fake drunk while Julie paints images of Geralt riding a giant insect.
Gods, she's glad he's alive. ]
A- a roach is... it's a fish. She's just a little-- fish.