[ The smack draws a faint wince out of him, light though it is. It's not really Jaskier's fault. All of him is tender at the moment, aching even when he's sitting still. ]
Talk to your mountain king. [ That's the only real answer he has. Kylo communicated with that mage. That much is clear. If anyone knows who and why, it would be him. The question is whether Kylo would be willing to divulge the information. He can see several reasons why the man would be reluctant to share, though he imagines Jaskier can convince someone to cooperate easier than another.
He grows quiet again. He hears what Jaskier is saying. The concern in his friend's voice. And he wants to say he's okay, that he's already well on his way to recovering, but they both know there's more to it than that. This, Jaskier says. He can't tell if Jaskier means Thorne or much further back than that. The Trials. Both, perhaps. His fingers flex. He does not remember clawing the floor, but there are stark signs of it on his hands, his nails. It feels like all of him reveals too much without his having to say a fucking word. ]
Ciri told me she'd have not managed without you. [ He glances over. Not in those words, but he understands her well enough to hear the sentiment. Jaskier's done a lot, but more than anything, Geralt is grateful for Jaskier remaining by Ciri's side while he couldn't be there. And if there's one thing he still needs— ] I'm staying with Sam. For now. [ Until he can...pull more of himself together. Until he isn't just barely aware of the time passing, until he feels less raw all over. ] If you'll stay with her some more.
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Talk to your mountain king. [ That's the only real answer he has. Kylo communicated with that mage. That much is clear. If anyone knows who and why, it would be him. The question is whether Kylo would be willing to divulge the information. He can see several reasons why the man would be reluctant to share, though he imagines Jaskier can convince someone to cooperate easier than another.
He grows quiet again. He hears what Jaskier is saying. The concern in his friend's voice. And he wants to say he's okay, that he's already well on his way to recovering, but they both know there's more to it than that. This, Jaskier says. He can't tell if Jaskier means Thorne or much further back than that. The Trials. Both, perhaps. His fingers flex. He does not remember clawing the floor, but there are stark signs of it on his hands, his nails. It feels like all of him reveals too much without his having to say a fucking word. ]
Ciri told me she'd have not managed without you. [ He glances over. Not in those words, but he understands her well enough to hear the sentiment. Jaskier's done a lot, but more than anything, Geralt is grateful for Jaskier remaining by Ciri's side while he couldn't be there. And if there's one thing he still needs— ] I'm staying with Sam. For now. [ Until he can...pull more of himself together. Until he isn't just barely aware of the time passing, until he feels less raw all over. ] If you'll stay with her some more.