[If there is anything that may have him feeling a little better (besides the food, actually, which is well-spiced, and filling, and warm), it's someone asking after a story. How has he never recited it? Gods, it was years ago now, though, but he remembers it rather intimately. It was, after all, his first time almost dying.

The first time they met Yennefer. The jury is still out on whether that was to their benefit or to their detriment in the end.]

It is one I'd love to tell. [There is an understood, silent in the future there that he doesn't need to say. Perhaps it is one Jaskier can tell while he works on the cemetery.

It's a good idea. A good start. And that's enough for him right now. Something to start on, that may occupy his mind deeply enough that his thoughts may not wander far.] I'll experiment with something grander, then. I've always wanted to work with rosebushes but they're such finicky things. They cannot reject the work of my hands now.

[It is not the weight that has been lifted from him, but more as if he's been given a hint of strength to bear it. Quietly, he lays out coin on the table in silent thanks. This was what he needed. A start.] You were right. It's a very good place for lunch. [Even his swallow appears satisfied.] If you aren't busy, what do you say we begin this work now?