[The noise is enough to indicate Geralt heard. (Of course he did.) That he acknowledges. Jaskier expects that to be the last of it. He simply does not keep secrets, and he has no intention of keeping them now. It was not a place he would've poked his head around in, had he known the meaning of it. Even he is not that big a fool.

His gaze lifts. Keep them out?

He frowns. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And how should it affect the Horizon?

Again, his fingers rub. No. He knows. He -- he can guess.]

Now that I've properly warned you, you know. [Not, he thinks, that Geralt is the type to run away from this sort of memory. He's always been very bad at running, actually. (Except from Destiny.)] Anyway, there it is. We can pretend it's not there, as it changes nothing -- as we so often do -- and move on.

[Sometimes you simply find horror-basements in your best friend's brain and you quietly accept them.] You might think of cleaning the place every now and then, by the way. It's terribly dingy.

[Perhaps sometimes it really is better to run away from these things.]