[Ah. Perhaps it's still a sore subject. He doesn't push it, instead letting Rhy hold his hand. He hadn't even thought about it -- it was his scarred hand, too, though he doubted Rhy would notice the difference. It was barely anything. The tips of his fingers that may as well be callouses.

At least Rhy's grip is warm here, too.

Jaskier smiles. His laugh is just as warm as the rest of him. He can guess Rhy is not so simple as his smiles and his laughs, but he does not want to delve any deeper than that. Not right now.]

Did you, now? A very sexy dream, if I remember correctly. [Damn. He misses those hot springs now. They... well, they'd barely had a chance to make any memories in it, but all the ones Jaskier had of it were rather nice, if not...

Hah. In a way, they, too, felt like dreams.] It does feel like such a time ago for me, too. You've found your place in our brave new world then, I hope?