[ Jaskier places a hand on his chest, and Rhy wonders if he's searching for that. Rhy hadn't known then, what it meant. He knows now. Though it isn't visible under his doublet (still a rich red, with gold buttons in the shape of suns), there is no shadow anymore. There is only the mark, pale like a scar against his skin, of two concentric circles right over his heart.
Rhy takes Jaskier's hand, in part to remove it from his chest, though he still clasps it warmly. ]
And you did.
I'm glad to see you again. [ A laugh. ] You know, for a while, I imagined you might be a dream.
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[ Jaskier places a hand on his chest, and Rhy wonders if he's searching for that. Rhy hadn't known then, what it meant. He knows now. Though it isn't visible under his doublet (still a rich red, with gold buttons in the shape of suns), there is no shadow anymore. There is only the mark, pale like a scar against his skin, of two concentric circles right over his heart.
Rhy takes Jaskier's hand, in part to remove it from his chest, though he still clasps it warmly. ]
And you did.
I'm glad to see you again. [ A laugh. ] You know, for a while, I imagined you might be a dream.