[ Geralt's brows furrow. He does not know how and why Jaskier's got a glowing flower, or why Jaskier is whispering. Nor does he ask. He sighs, forcing himself to relax. Lights another few candles with his fingers so Jaskier won't trip in the dark. His head throbs. Why does he even bother to sleep? Somehow, he ends up feeling more shit afterwards than not. ]
Doesn't matter. [ The reply is gruff but not dismissive. Yes. It was. No need to talk about it. They both know what it's about.
He reaches to take the loaf of bread instead and the bottle of wine, standing to help bring it into the kitchen. He's already bled on Sam's couch and his sheets. He's not about to spill wine on the man's bed, too. ] You only came to bring dinner?
[ He's not questioning his friend—just trying to figure out if there's anything else going on he should be concerned about, if there's more Jaskier might have come to discuss. Seems like every day he turns around and finds more trouble lurking. So much for rest. ]
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Doesn't matter. [ The reply is gruff but not dismissive. Yes. It was. No need to talk about it. They both know what it's about.
He reaches to take the loaf of bread instead and the bottle of wine, standing to help bring it into the kitchen. He's already bled on Sam's couch and his sheets. He's not about to spill wine on the man's bed, too. ] You only came to bring dinner?
[ He's not questioning his friend—just trying to figure out if there's anything else going on he should be concerned about, if there's more Jaskier might have come to discuss. Seems like every day he turns around and finds more trouble lurking. So much for rest. ]