[Ugh, he knows what that means. That Geralt quite clearly can see that Jaskier is the last who should be alone, either. Yes, well. Ciri kept him sane, too, even if it was with far less bread and more blood and monster bits all over his kneading table.

He gives him a last squeeze and, because he's a little shit, a kiss on the cheek.]

It's good having you around once more. [Ah, damn sentimentality. It leaks out despite. As he pulls away, there's a smile on his face. Moreso than he'd managed during their conversation. It's still a lot -- far too much, if you ask him -- but they will take it a step at a time. As he forced himself to learn while Geralt was gone. A day, a moment at a time.]

Come. I'll walk you home, and not a step farther. [He imitates Geralt's voice with a bit of a flourish. He only notes Geralt's slow movements, but makes no commentary on them.] And if you ignore my messages again, I'll kill you myself. In the most obnoxious way possible.