[ Delighted. He is certainly that. Geralt makes a vague noise of displeasure as Jaskier winds the flower into his hair, one that seems to be more for show than any real annoyance. The bard and Ciri are both enjoying themselves far too much.
He glances up at Ciri. She looks eager at the prospect alone, though he truthfully does not need convincing. He gave in the moment he agreed to leave Sam's place with Jaskier. They all know that. ] Fine. But we return before midnight.
[ Just in case. Look, he isn't getting caught in the streets if any fallout from the Dimming begins to spill into the city.
He reaches up with a frown to find the rest of his hair loosely pulled back. Aside from the flower Jaskier weaved in, that's the only change to how he normally wears it. It's. Acceptable. As far as these things go. ]
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He glances up at Ciri. She looks eager at the prospect alone, though he truthfully does not need convincing. He gave in the moment he agreed to leave Sam's place with Jaskier. They all know that. ] Fine. But we return before midnight.
[ Just in case. Look, he isn't getting caught in the streets if any fallout from the Dimming begins to spill into the city.
He reaches up with a frown to find the rest of his hair loosely pulled back. Aside from the flower Jaskier weaved in, that's the only change to how he normally wears it. It's. Acceptable. As far as these things go. ]