[Jaskier gives a small snort, lifting his hat to wipe his brow. At least this one is about being practical than flashy -- yes, he is capable of being practical -- with only a light chemise clinging to his frame. The winter has certainly brought its own sort of cold to Cadens, but it's far from the Continent's winters he used to escape from in... in Oxenfurt.]

I like to think you mean so literally.

[If anyone howls at the moon, it's likely to be Alucard. He puffs up a little, watching Alucard's eyes move across his work. While Jaskier before would have done it all for the sole purpose of being about as colorful and noticeable as possible, his tastes have clearly become a little more... reserved. More of the plants are dedicated to being helpful rather than pretty, either providing grip to the paths, holding the tombstones together, or offering some thorny protection around Alucard's cactus (which he is pleased to see still stands effortlessly.)]

Oh. You noticed. Thank you. [He's felt stronger than he has in months, even though so much magic has drained him. Funny thing, that. Now he feels the chaos making its equivalent exchange for its use.] You worked with what you could. It felt as if they should have the best efforts to preserve their memorials.

[If Jaskier cannot work to save the living in Abraxas, at least he can start with aiding the dead.]