[He laughs. All right. He can't argue with that. It would be impossible to ignore Alucard, with his pale skin and beautiful hair, even if he was dressed completely unassumingly.

Which he doesn't do. so.

Jaskier rubs his fingers together, lifting back to his feet. Is it worth it? Well. It is to him. He does want to hear it. He doesn't need to, he thinks, but he'd. Like to. Even if it's such a small thing, it makes a difference to one person.

It's enough for now. Enough to focus on.]

It has. Besides, after that Eifstide disaster, this place was in sore need of such attentions. [And his magic was in need of use. He couldn't, after all, sacrifice the work Yennefer had pumped into him (ah, literaly) because he was feeling sorry for himself.]

Some things. The things that are truly lingering with me. The things that matter more than others. [The healing, he thinks, he might need to get past... memories. The memories that have him hesitating to even light a candle. To twitching when he's alone in the dark. Even how a sight of the Singularity in the Horizon stirs his heart darkly.]

I know I must keep doing something, no matter how small it is. Or I will eventually sink into nothing. As clear a lesson it is... I needed the time to relearn it.