[It's definitely stealing. That was his mind energy, thank you.

She's absolutely a little annoyed, and it. Sorry, Julie, it's just funny, all right? They're medieval bumpkins and they've spent every ounce of energy and brain cells that had. Weeks of worry is. A lot. For them, especially.

Jaskier calms himself down by taking a long draw of his drink until it's completely empty, setting the glass down. He clears his throat.]

I do appreciate it, dear heart. [He can have cute nicknames, too. He reaches for her hand and gives it a very appreciative kiss to the knuckles.] Really. It's... it's been a lot. I'm only glad to hear he's alive. And, hopefully, only caused you to burn minimal amounts of time and energy.

[He has a sense she did not actually mind losing either of those.]

I think so. But please, if you need anything, if we can help... we're just a mind-letter away.