[ Right. He's not going to argue. If it's special to Jaskier, he'll go along with it. He's already here, agreeing to come, and it isn't as though he's got anything better to do.
He does brighten when Ciri greets him with a cheerfulness that's been too rare these days. He ignores Jaskier and folds his arms across his chest, head cocked to the side. He doesn't think he's seen her out of her leathers since she'd arrived in this place. She looks good. Relaxed. (Happy, even.) She's obviously been looking forward to their outing and he suddenly doesn't mind Jaskier has dragged him out of bed. Not that he'd minded much in the first place.
There's no comment from him, as expected, but his expression probably says more than words could, anyway: fond, and a little thoughtful as he watches her. Like he's especially trying to write this small moment to memory. ]
Bribes were had. [ Geralt gives the bottle of wine a wiggle, before passing it over to Ciri. There's still plenty left. The dark shadows under his eyes have not left him, but he looks more at ease than he has in awhile. What remains of his few healing injuries no longer hampers his movements.
He sits, reaching back to tug free the leather cord wrapped around his hair. If they're to do this, then he may as well speed things up. He's already gone through this weeks ago, when he'd been coerced into the. Wolf ears. How is it happening yet again? (He knows exactly how, and it's because he apparently can't say no Ciri.) ] Why do I get the sense you two were conspiring all day?
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He does brighten when Ciri greets him with a cheerfulness that's been too rare these days. He ignores Jaskier and folds his arms across his chest, head cocked to the side. He doesn't think he's seen her out of her leathers since she'd arrived in this place. She looks good. Relaxed. (Happy, even.) She's obviously been looking forward to their outing and he suddenly doesn't mind Jaskier has dragged him out of bed. Not that he'd minded much in the first place.
There's no comment from him, as expected, but his expression probably says more than words could, anyway: fond, and a little thoughtful as he watches her. Like he's especially trying to write this small moment to memory. ]
Bribes were had. [ Geralt gives the bottle of wine a wiggle, before passing it over to Ciri. There's still plenty left. The dark shadows under his eyes have not left him, but he looks more at ease than he has in awhile. What remains of his few healing injuries no longer hampers his movements.
He sits, reaching back to tug free the leather cord wrapped around his hair. If they're to do this, then he may as well speed things up. He's already gone through this weeks ago, when he'd been coerced into the. Wolf ears. How is it happening yet again? (He knows exactly how, and it's because he apparently can't say no Ciri.) ] Why do I get the sense you two were conspiring all day?