[ Had he? He looks back at Jaskier. He is aware he tried. He's also aware he'd failed. That if Yennefer had not been there, he isn't certain what he'd have done to stop them. If there were anything he could've done. It is a helplessness he doesn't ever want to feel again.
The thoughts go unvoiced. They don't need to be said. Jaskier's hand moves off of his. He curls his fingers around his medallion. (He still can't decide what she was doing with it in her possession, before he ever landed in Thorne. Why she would have it, why she would hold onto it, where the hell she got it.) ]
There may be. [ He glances away again. Solutions are good. He can work with solutions. And he knows he's not the only one vulnerable—that it isn't a good sign for anyone that they could so quickly beak through his defences. ] Spells are more difficult to find around these parts, but someone may know a thing or two.
[ Not that he intends to be taken again. He stretches his legs out on the grass, sitting back on his hands. His ribs shift with a piercing ache, though the bones have largely knitted back together, leaving a heavy bruise up his side. He knows it was Jaskier's doing. He'd passed out, woken up with his knee and his ribs healing better than they should've. ]
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The thoughts go unvoiced. They don't need to be said. Jaskier's hand moves off of his. He curls his fingers around his medallion. (He still can't decide what she was doing with it in her possession, before he ever landed in Thorne. Why she would have it, why she would hold onto it, where the hell she got it.) ]
There may be. [ He glances away again. Solutions are good. He can work with solutions. And he knows he's not the only one vulnerable—that it isn't a good sign for anyone that they could so quickly beak through his defences. ] Spells are more difficult to find around these parts, but someone may know a thing or two.
[ Not that he intends to be taken again. He stretches his legs out on the grass, sitting back on his hands. His ribs shift with a piercing ache, though the bones have largely knitted back together, leaving a heavy bruise up his side. He knows it was Jaskier's doing. He'd passed out, woken up with his knee and his ribs healing better than they should've. ]