[The way Geralt gets in front of him is old hat, and he peers carefully around his shoulder once the blaze is gone. Shit. He hadn't realized that, here, it would take so much out of her. Geralt already has hold of her, but Jaskier immediately moves to her other side as well in case she drops again. His hand lands on her arm.

Honestly, it was very impressive. He's selling her short, for sure.]

I can see why you've chosen here to practice. [He dusts a bit of ash from her, and from the end of his coat, looking over the plant that has been completely decimated. At least he understands why he's felt like Geralt was in relatively good hands.

He trusts dangerous hands more than... magically competent ones. Though one should hope they go hand in hand.] I'm sure it's fuck-all annoying to hear, but the old adage that practice makes perfect still rings true. I will say, you do seem perfectly suited to the more destructive part of the chaos. Maybe you should lean into it. Burn down a few buildings. Create new traditions around an... enormous bonfire.