Ah. I see. Are you then in Solvunn or the other-- the Cities?

That is a right pity. [ Rhy laments, shaking his head. His knee nudges Jaskier's under the bar, more playful than suggestive this time. ] They are exquisite baths. Frequented by a number of very attractive people.

[ Rhy winks, twirling his glass from the stem before holding it out to be filled. He's still eyeing the little flying creature curiously, but if it's serving wine, he's hardly about to complain.

Speaking of baths, though--

Rhy cocks his head, watching Jaskier with a more serious curiosity this time, noting the dark shadows beneath his eyes, the tension clinging to his shoulders that hadn't been there before, a sense of burden or just exhaustion. He's not sure, but there is something not quite as it should be, something Jaskier seems to be politely pushing down to make pleasant conversation with him. Rhy doesn't need to know the man very well to notice; he is good at reading people, and he'd seen plenty of Jaskier before, even if it had been briefly. The man doesn't seem a natural at hiding his feelings. ]

I couldn't help but notice the hot springs have gone the way of the vineyard. Were you looking for a change of pace?